Poor fate, she was piteous and pleading Sunday. Saturday, she stepped on a sharp piece of glass and bled quite a bit, she has been banned from working, her heart is broken. When Red and I went out to the pasture, she howled like a stricken wolf, she was beyond consolation.

I have rarely heard a more piercing or wrenching sound from an animal.

By the afternoon, I was weakening, she wasn’t bleeding or limping, she looked fine. She should not be running for a day or so, at least, but she was breaking my heart, staring at me through the screen. I am not as strong as I would like to think sometimes.

This look proved too much for me, I let her out around 5 p.m., she ran to the sheep and around them for several minutes, and then I called her back. No blooding, no limping. Tomorrow, we will take it easy again, or that is my plan in any case.