There are so many wonderful days living this homesteading life. Then there are days like yesterday…
Monday started out like any normal day but took a drastic turn at chore time. One of our piglets was not okay (I will spare you the details) and it became very obvious after observation/intervention that I would have to put this sweet animal out of his misery.
Normally, this would be a job for my husband. I can butcher animals and hunt without a problem but I’ve always found someone else to do my livestock culling. However, it would be at least 8 hours before Mike returned from work and I couldn’t let this poor piglet suffer (if he even made it that long). After I debated “phoning a friend” to do the dirty work, I gathered as much courage as I could and did what had to be done.
Then I cried. And cried. Buried the little guy. Cried some more. I had to compose myself so that I did not upset the children (daycare kids especially, I didn’t want to ruin their day) but I spent the rest of the day “down in the dumps”. I am still teary-eyed thinking about the events of yesterday.