Bill started avoiding walking past that field, the wound too fresh to confront. Instead he worked on distant parts of the farm, trying to lose himself in the day’s chores. But distracted as he went about his work, he accidentally left gates unlatched and tools misplaced.
As autumn’s chill crept across the land, Bill resigned himself to the fact that Daisy was likely gone forever, though questions still plagued his mind. He tried to focus on caring for the remaining cows who still relied on him for their wellbeing, but he felt the absence of Daisy’s soulful brown eyes that used to follow him as he did his chores.
Thoughts of her never strayed far from his mind. He would find himself wondering where she was, if she was in pain, if she was scared. And worst of all, if she was still alive. He felt a pang of guilt each time he thought about her. Could he have done something differently? Could he have protected her?