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I miss my animals. When I had my knees replace I was told that they could not be redone again, I had waited too long. If I fell on them and damaged them they would have to remove the leg or legs. So the horse went and the saddle, but I couldn't part with the harness, I still have hope. I almost bought an old draft horse just to have a horse again. The cows are gone, no more cute baby cows. No more chickens scratching in the dirt. Unfortunately now more s...t for the garden. A good place for it real and mental. There is a saying that the outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man. I'll extend that to all animals and both sex's. You never know what you have till it is gone. Or how good it is to get it back.
No one can know how peaceful shovelling s...t is till they do it. Also, every one needs someone or something to care for.
I still have two cats, and my Thursday supper friend has a Jack Russel. Good stress relievers,
But I miss the animals and the chickens. I might just have to do something about that again now that I'm better.
One thing this worst day question has shown us is that we survived them and will if we have any more.
A humorous worst day: two and a half years ago I was in hospital with a broken leg and drugged to the eyeballs. I struggled very hard to get on to the edge of the bed and shuffle onto a commode. My anxiety level was very high because of the lack of control and the pain. To my horror there was no pot in it. Boy did I get people running before My bowels did.
Davit.
