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Tears

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Tears streaked my dust-covered face.  They had been so cute this year; now we were leaving them.  After everything we went through together.

Jen, my cousin and I taught them how to walk with a halter.  They learned to trust us, now we were betraying them.

I started into Jen’s eyes.  I could tell that she wanted to cry even though she wasn’t.  She wants to stay strong for me, I thought.

She came over to hug me, leaving her boyfriend’s side.  My tears now fell onto her shoulder.

“It’ll be okay,” she said rubbing my back, “We’ll get more next year.” More tears fall.

“Ashley, time to leave. Now,” my mom said with a commanding tone.

“Fine!” I scream as my voice broke, “Let me say bye first.”

I walk over to my babies.  New tears came to my eyes.  They boh ran over to me, begging me to pet them.  They don’t know this will be there last chance to see me.

“Goodbye,” I whispered with one last pat.

As I walk away, Jen hugs me.  We walk together until we reach our cars.  Now I am grieving alone.

 
 

            As I walk away from Ashley, I let my emotions return.  Tears form in my eyes at the thought of my animals left behind.  I am crying.

            I sniffle.  Tom looks over.  He pulls me close while I grieve.  I won’t see them again, I thought, I won’t be able to walk them, pet them, feed them, bathe them.  Never again, not ever.

            As I sit down in the car, I mindlessly click my seat belt. Tom pulls me close again. 

I try not to think about what will happen to them.  The harder I try to more I fail.  Pictures of slaughter lines with animals just lined up, not realizing what will happen to them till my mind.  Eventually my babies are up next.  I hear their dying screams echoing in my mind.

More tears come.

Tom holds me tight.  He rubs my back, trying to comfort me. This never gets easier, I thought.

Mom turns into Tom’s driveway.  He pulls away.  I pull him close for one last hug.  Then he leaves.

            I am alone to grieve.

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On July 30th 2008 counterpart Said :
counterpart thanks your making me cry! now i really dont want to take our lambs to fair :(
On May 5th 2008 gusty13 Said :
gusty13 well it's really good
On May 3rd 2008 piratesrule78 Said :
piratesrule78 thats sad