Boomer's time is drawing to a close. Tomorrow is his last show and place or not, he will move one step closer to meeting his destiny, which, in starkest terms, is someone's Easter lamb.
My son has tried everything to save his lamb but has come to the realization, however bitter, that a market lamb was purchased, rather than an animal rescue project.
He has worked hard, my son, giving up many camp-outs and other activities to take care of his lamb. He has spent many hours at the barn, cleaning (and re-cleaning) the pen, putting wood chips down (and down again) to give his lamb a warm bed. He has fed him twice a day (four around show time) and walked and run him many hours. He knows his lambs voice from all the others in the barn. The lamb, unlike other kid's animals, will follow him and when he runs, his lamb will run after him.
Boomer (because of his voice and the fact that he came from OK- heaven forgive me) will be leaving soon and my son is wrestling with the eventuality. It already hurts and it will only hurt more. He is being brave and he is learning life's lessons: of agriculture, and markets; of love, of commitment, loss and sacrifice. And he is learning, already, to start again, for in June, there will be another lamb (and possibly a goat) and he has already picked out their names: Calvin and Hobbes.
Some say that because of the love of some pet owners for their pets and vice versa, there may be cats and dogs in heaven, that a certain type of "ensoulment" occurs because of the symbiotic relationship between pet and owner here on earth. I know I've probably misspoke about the details of the theory but I do know that if there is anything to the idea at all, there will be at least one lamb to greet my son when that day comes.