March 8th, 2006


of Death and Doubt

I found Summer's dead baby boy this morning when I went out to do my morning chores.

I have no idea when he was born, or when or how he died. I was lazy last night and did not go out to check on the goats when I got home. Collapse )

Edit: I'm so glad I'm not a parent. I think I'd go nuts with guilt and worry.