Blessed are the unselfish friends and they whose motto in life is constancy.
The other day, my husband and I were driving home through farm country. We noticed three horses in a field, guarding a fourth horse who was “down”, in between them. We couldn’t decide whether the “down” horse was foaling…or dead. And we didn’t want to intrude on anyone’s property (they don’t stop to ask question in these parts!). But those three horses just stood there in a circle, watching over the other one. Eventually, we saw her (?) attempt to get up several times, but she just couldn’t do it.
Codependent forever, we drove around and looked for the owner or the property, to see if they knew what was happening, but people are afraid to answer their doors, so we eventually we gave up. We pulled into one very Latino-looking property which had a dear and rather large shrine to Our Lady of Guadalupe in the yard, but no one came out.
I will never forget those horses just clustered around their friend: guarding, guarding, witnessing, witnessing…
When we pulled over to the side of the road and walked over, the ones who were guarding seemed to take this as a sign that they could take a break and go off to separate corners of the field for just a moment…all three!.. But when we didn’t stay, they went right back. I was afraid they thought someone knew something wasn’t right and would help . . . and that we had disappointed them in this.
What was emerging: new life or new death? Is there a difference? It was hard to see, but then I suppose it always is, things happen from such a distance. . .
I was recently relieved to read that some panel of great and knowledgeable scientists in Great Britain have proclaimed that animals are conscious beings.
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.