I did everything in my power to save her, but in the end, she was just too weak. Late last night with pjs on, the kids buried her under one of our trees and a stone was placed on top. I held it together until Jackson (our almost 10 year old) started to cry. When he cries, it’s down to his soul cry and I instantly joined him. We explained that this was part of living on a farm. Life, death, and everything in between will flow through this land, and it’s ok. It’s ok if you cry, get angry, and grieve.