04/19/2026
I struggled to record this video. . .because its the first one without
At the start of the video im rubbing the wood with the food particles that would fall out of Maggie's mouth during feeding time. Im not ready to clean it up.
As you can see we dont use Maggie's side of the stall right now. Eventually Saint will eat there and be safe from the elements. But for right now its still Maggie's side.
I am so blessed to live among amazing friends. Keaton is no longer left to grieve alone. Saint has been a saint of an addition.
He's gentle, sweet, smart, understanding and social. He gets along with all the animals on and i am grateful.
Ive been feeling like im in a constant tornado 🌪 lately. . . But I know this too shall pass.
Im learning to be stronger. To not be driven by emotion. To begin to separate logic from feelings.
I miss our Maggiemay. I didnt realize how she made everything Okay. She was always okay.
I like to think animals have souls. . . And I like to think the little blurbs i see dancing around my surveillance cameras are Bubba and Maggie in spirit. Playing on the farm making sure everything continues to be
Grief.
Its the "humunga cowabunga from down unda" of emotions. It makes us stronger. And teaches us to appreciate life.
I thought surviving breast cancer was going to be the hardest thing i ever do. . . Little did I know it was merely a stepping stone to prepare me for my life journey.
The good. The bad. And the ugly.