Pippin died in the night.
I remained emotionally passive, even as I picked up his stiff form for the last time. Death is bothering me less and less these days. I'm not proud of that fact, but it is a fact nevertheless.
Good bye my sweet Pippin. I hope the ship took you into the West quickly and calmly.
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I'm sorry. :(
So sorry...
I do find in farming, that as animals die, I react less and less unless it was one of my favorites. It comes with the territory of farming, I guess. RIP Pippin.
I'm sorry Caitlyn. RIP Pip.
I'm so sorry, Caity! ((hug!))
Poor little Pip. :'(
~Krista M.V.
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