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Home is a place of quiet togetherness, just being and residing inside the barn with several others what smell similar, though not quite the same.
Odd thoughts come and go, they never seem to become crystal clear, before they tend to fade, and all the memories are again a gray blur.
Time has no meaning, it is counted by sun up and sundowns.
Occasional feelings about what the caretakers do, or don't do suggests of deep reasons to recall the day as a special day, but the reason why, seems too vague to matter. What does hold as worthy to recall comes from wafting scents that tend to arouse an ache in the loins and a stiff-stout response that feels weighty when it swings.
The rare visit of a caretaker type sparks a thought not of a scent but of a name, though most of the time when he is here, I struggle to remember what is a name, what does that word mean?
Seasons change, what was warm and dusty become cooler and wet. The wet turns colder and this white stuff falls, and I get goose pimples, whatever they are?
After a long wait in the white or muddy corral, the sensation of that weighty feeling returns to the loins and my companions in the barn begin to smell extra wonderful.
Color returns, all is lush green and flowers, as the caretakers bring me to meet new companions, sweet smelling, but not always so happy to see me, they tend to kick, bite, and do me injury.
Though for the most, the companions and I become very attached, I like to hug their rump and feel a warm moist sensation that has me relish the meeting every time I get to meet and hug.
The doctor came today, and she I did sniff, as stuck my muzzle where she slapped it away, and it hurt.
The sounds made by the lady doctor began to gain meanings, and by the time she told of my excellent healthy condition, my memory from a past life had returned. As much I knew the caretakers by their names and not just by how they smell. As I ponder on remembered words, other memories surface and crystallize.
Names of friends, or a brother come to mind and I must wait for each person to come and meet me, as I can scrawl their names in the sands of the corral, as how happy we shall be to again know one and another!
Oh please come and see me!
Written by K.Rooste
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