The Story Unfold (Patreon)

I don't like posting something with so many rocky edges, a few jagged mishaps  are mandatory but this song has more than that...still. This seems like the best place to put this. Yesterday while recording this very rough "idea" track of a new song we've been working on "The Story Unfold" our much loved goat Shaman unexpectedly passed away. I would of had other things to say about why I wrote this song, before but now i'm left pondering the hidden messages. Who was I even writing for? I don't remember now... Shaman sits heavy in my heart, his last nudges are too fresh to miss, more vivid now than when it was happening. I got to stroke his long long ears one last time and we eye gazed, classic goat love. He had been recovering from being gored by another goat and also was being given antibiotics for some lung congestion. He had been on the up and up although he's considered geriatric. He had a really good morning, he was getting full access to the garden so he followed me up for breakfast where he ate 2 waffles and an english cucumber followed by nutri-drench supplement and some rogue weeds. I brushed him and he went on his grazing path and I went inside and began tracking ideas.  The day went by and after closing down the computer and heading outside to put the animals to bed, Abe found Shaman in his barn laying down, with no struggles in sight.  Unusual for a dying animal to not shift and move,  it looks like something happened very fast while he was already laying down, maybe a blood clot. It's been a long time since an animal has left us so suddenly and I think it's harder in some ways. The unexpected loss, no goodbyes and the feeling of realizing the hope I carried early in the day was never meant to come into fruition. Before we became parents it felt like a friend leaving when an animal passed, now it feels like the death a child. We scooped up Shaman, his brother Elijah and Benji when they were only 1 day old.  Taken from their mother due to being undesirable males, we were sent home with 2 gallons of their own mothers milk, the only contribution she was allowed to give them.  They lived in our house until they became too rowdy and they spent their lives grazing the open fields here. All things considered it was a good life and still we wish we could have given them so much more.  Shaman joins his brother Elijah and Mother in the next next.