Spruce & Oak — Winter in Your Bones

Oak unearthed the first at just two days old—found all alone, his plaintive baas almost swallowed by the wind. Just where his dear mumma had gone remains a secret the paddock would not give up. If not for the kind-hearted farmer who came upon him, he too may have been lost to the silence.

Spruce forged a different path. Ready. Waiting. But his mother was already gone as he was gently cut from the quiet warmth of her womb—her final gift to the world. A large baby boy of whom she would have been proud.

Oak and Spruce, two orphans united by chance, became brothers not by blood but by bond. Oak, bright-eyed and braver than his tiny frame suggests, leads the charge in every corner of our vet room. Spruce watches on, reserved yet curious—until curiosity wins. Then come the long legs, bounding clumsily but joyfully, catching his brother’s mood and following along.

Where Oak goes, Spruce follows. Where Spruce rests, Oak curls in close. Oak finds the adventure. Spruce brings the calm. And together, they are whole.

Like the trees they are named for, they will grow strong and rooted.
Oak—bold and broad, always reaching for the sun.
Spruce—steady and tall, shifting with the seasons, yet always guarding the quiet.

In the branches of their bond lives something rare—something that reminds us that even in a life born from loss, love can still grow strong.

And though their lives will pass through many seasons, they will never know the cold of this world.
Only its warmth.
Only human kindness.
Only each other.

And because of all this, never shall they know winter in their bones.

Postscript: Sadly, with no warning, sweet Oak passed away. Rest easy little Oak, you will live forever in our memory.