Miller's tale

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

It was a snowy December evening on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. The wood stove fire felt welcoming as I settled the children into bed. I had a farm in Harwich, nestled in the woods, next to a large cranberry bog. It was an extraordinary place, and home to many animals that found their way there, and critters that I brought home from the small veterinary hospital where I worked.

We had sheep, goats, many dogs and cats, most of whom were challenged in some fashion, either blind, deaf, three-legged, or fearful, all needing a great deal of care. We even had a pig named Tiger who grew to be 800 pounds!

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