The vet’s office offered to dispose of her little body, but I knew it was better for her and me to come home and to nourish the land from which she came. She was so lovely and peaceful and clean at her passing that it seemed wrong somehow to simply put her directly into the earth, so I cut up an old worn soft sheet, wrapped her in it and sewed it up. I carefully placed some lavender in a fold and placed her in the ground, under one of our grand old pines, in an area the sheep graze in the spring. She looked like the precursor to an Egyptian mummy lying there in the earth.
A couple of weeks later, we opened the field where the lamb is buried up to grazing by the ewes and their lambs. After some frenetic grazing, they settled down for a nice long rumination, and I was delighted to see that the lambs where closely grouped together and lying on top of the lost lambs grave. They repeatedly have returned to that spot for their quiet time.
Do the lambs know their sister lies beneath them? Are they comforted by her presence? Or was it just by chance that I chose that particular spot? In the end it doesn’t really matter. My belief is that they are all connected, in this plane and beyond, and that they are drawn there by a feeling of peace and safety. I am thankful we are blessed to provide our animals this tranquil sanctuary.
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Thanks, Lise. This was an incredibly moving account, and the creatures in your care are so lucky to be treated with such respect. Signed, Teary in Vermont
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