A car came behind me as I was watching the deer. I cried as I watched the deer and I videotaped them so I could gain peace later by rewatching what my memory may not completely recall. The car patiently waited while I had my moment. I continued to cry as I made my way to the goats. I went to the fence and the all immediately came over. The goats, I have a feeling were not quite used to a sobbing girl. The brown horse looked at my with her big brown eyes and she knew. She let me rest my hand on her nose and she looked into my eyes. She was authentic. I was authentic.