As the summer days continued, the weather remained indifferent to Bill’s turmoil. Nature carried on with its usual rhythms, oblivious to his grief. It became increasingly difficult for Bill to find motivation to take care of his farm. Every time he caught sight of the empty pasture, it triggered a fresh wave of anguish. During his breaks, he would often find himself lingering in the south pasture, almost expecting Daisy to reappear from behind a hill, as if nothing had ever happened.
But the pasture remained empty…