Hi. I'm Martin the alpaca that lives at the gray-haired lady's place near SAINTS. I have lived here since I was a cria (that's a baby alpaca), probably about five or six years. The people that first brought me here abandoned me and I've lived under a tree ever since. Sometimes the various people who rented the house gave me some hay and sometimes they didn't. At some point, some one stuck a Canadian flag on the trail near my tree, marking my home for all to see. I've never touched it. Until last night.
Last summer, the nice woman moved into the house. She arranged for me to become a SAINT so I would never be abandoned again. Ever since then, I've had lots of yummy grain and local hay and fresh water, and sometimes I will go into the barn when it is cold or raining. The nice woman leaves the barn door open, though, so I can leave at any time cuz I don't like being closed in. But it is a good life.
Then last night, she came out to have a chat with me. She told me that she has been talking with some people who would like to offer me a forever home. She says that since she only rents this property she can't guarantee that she will always be here, and since the SAINTS barnyard is full it is important to think about forever arrangements for me. She says I would have be nootered (whatever that is) and then go for a long ride in a truck, but I would get to live with other alpacas and I would be loved and well taken care of. But she also said she would be very sad to see me go cuz she's grown fond of me and I make her laugh. And she could be living here for years still.
I let her know I had heard her, cuz this morning when she took her dog for a walk in my pasture she discovered that I had removed my flag, torn it into shreds, and dumped it on the other side of the field. I watched her pick up the pieces of the flag and stand quietly looking back at me. She's not sure whether I'm saying I'm ready to go or whether I'm upset. And I'm not telling.
In fact, I have to think about this for a while. And so does she.