Opie has this way of looking up at the elders as he communes with them, it becomes a shared love between goat and human. While he shares himself with everyone, today he had a very attracted to Jean who gave him a loving head and neck rubdown. I just love the look on her face, and I love her beautiful old hands.
Today we sat outside and took enjoyment in how much Opie likes to eat dried leaves, like potato chips-such a simple pastime but we all got so much joy rom it. I also learned that Joe's love of his life, his wife of sixty years died in January and his son died shortly after of suicide-he was a Marine who came back with horrible physical pain and he just could not withstand it. He told me how they had talked about death, he and his wife, and they had had sixty years together and that was wonderful. These are the scenes of things to come, and I look to them as reminders that they carry on as best they can-and if a little goat helps bring in new memories, this is a worthy job for Opie...and me.
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