The Circle Closes, Once Again

It is with aggravating regularity, it seems, that I come to you to to report of a passing here at Pendragon Hold. We are an ark of miniscule proportions, with our animals of various persuasions, such as dog, cat, lizard, and goat, and as such, sometimes a member of our extended family passes beyond our veil prematurely, and thus we are left to ponder the whys and wherefores of life, awaiting our own time when we too will take our turn and leave our loved ones to carry on with the toil of living.

This morning I attended the task of visiting the goat pen to feed our ever-hungry charges, and was shocked and grief-stricken to discover our juvenile buck Pepper dead upon the ground, no cause of death evident, nothing to explain this tragedy. I could only imagine that Pepper had braved the horns and strength of our big goat Billy once too often, brave little fuck that he was, and perhaps suffered some internal injury as a result. Pepper never backed down from anyone or anything, and would throw himself bodily into the feed trough to ensure his own portion of a day's feed, and Billy, being the big bad goat he imagined himself to be, would butt this little guy something fierce in his efforts to dislodge him from his path to the grains. Pepper always seemed quite capable of taking whatever Billy would dish out, absorbing the punishment happily, it seemed, for he never complained and never fled from those horns. This may have been his undoing.

So, as has happened on many a night beneath Momma Moon, we set flame to the pyre, and bid Pepper a sad farewell as we assisted him on his way to the green, verdant pastures of Summerland, where ALL life forms find there rest before the God/Goddess/Powers that be decide where next one is to task him/her/itself in the continuing saga of life. I accept some measure of blame in this incident, feeling that perhaps I should have kept the little guy apart from the bigger goat, and hopefully the lesson I have learned this day will help me to ensure that such a mistake does not rob some future creature in MY charge an early end to their adventure on this plane. Pepper, please forgive me.

I guess there are other occurrences I could enlighten my audience upon this night, but somehow I am not up to it, and I beg your forbearance in this matter. I am a steward, and a poor one, and some measure of reflection is in order.

Until the morrow when happier reports will grace this page........Blessed Be.