From the day dear horse was put down – almost a week now – I have been doing little drawings and paintings of objects that are connected to the farm and this sad time in our lives.

It has taken me almost a week to sit down with my daughter and talk to her about the horse. I feel bad that I didn’t talk to her earlier, but I just couldn’t. It was traumatic to see – but we must take comfort in that it was the humane thing to do.

I think I explained it as best as I could. I think she understands.

Horse passing triggers up all of the loss from this last year. But we are close to some kind of finishing line, close to closure. Or something.

Close to beginning again.