They don’t know this is their last treat, but it doesn’t have to be. When I first walked into the pen, they bolted. Terrified. Starved. Too scared to even take a step toward me. I saw through it — their eyes always give it away. So I climbed into a pen, tore some alfalfa, and waited. It took a while — but eventually, they started to trust me. They took a few bites, then a few more, and by the time I was done, I could walk in and pet both of them. That moment broke me. It was then that I knew in