The bright reflection from the sun on the floor of the building now tells a story not of the usual sunny day, of the normal pleasant breeze that carries hope. Not today. Instead the blinding, searing light emphasis the macabre picture on the ground. An eerie silence hangs in the room, as though the angel of death was still guarding the moment, almost a deafening silence, poignant of the unvoiced screams of each of the staff members. Their tired bodies internalising the tug of war between aching sadness, and relief. Relentless hours and hours of vigilant attempts to save this animal yielded by this final resign.
The blinding light of the entrance to the building where the body lies, momentarily allows them to relinquish all careful resistance to the sadness that brims in their eyes. For a moment released tears meet in the corner of their eyes the puddle of water surrounding the drain hole in the middle of the floor, draining the clean-up away slowly, somehow in comparison with the slow suffering he had to endure, and they step away, consoling each other in the knowledge that they tried their best.
He had arrived there already having given up on life, but the staff still tried to revive him, encouraging him to keep fighting. Medicine was not his greatest wish, as he merely expected what he was entitled to, nourishment. And that had not been forthcoming, not from whence he came. His desire for feed and water had led his body into a rampage of gorging humps of feed that the staff could offer him. Unfortunately, in his desperate rage for food, his body was unable to conduct the necessary chewing as it was depleted of all energy and seemed to have lost the otherwise instinctive ability to eat and swallow. Feverishly he would gulp great chunks of feed into his mouth, almost to the brink of not being able to breath anymore. But within moments would expel it all again and one would see the anguish in his sad eyes. He knew. The staff would force-feed little bits of water into his mouth with a small syringe, but he found even that a task too great to master and would siphon it out again.
Helplessly he lay down on the hay, not having the spirit to fight this battle anymore. Ribs protruding out his sides and hipbones heaved so far out that it seems to tighten the skin to a blistering cry for help, for relief. Softly he set his head down on the straw bed as if to say that he is at peace. Although his feeble body could no longer take the strain, his debilitated weakened limbs paid no mind to the aching he felt as he laid on the straw, almost as if he did not mind that his bones were painfully embedded. No amount of straw could have made him more comfortable, but he knew that. His eyes told a story of forgiveness and a plea for salvation, renouncing any further suffering.. of trusting them to set him free. It was time..
and he was led to liberation…
to open pastures of luscious grass fields and boundless refreshing streams..
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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