Morning Sun through the trees
It's the hardest thing about having animals...
when you have to say goodbye to one of them.
Two days ago we lost one of our ewes, Baby.
She had only been sick for a short time, but due to her age she was unable
to bounce back and had become very feeble.
Early that morning when I headed out the door to feed,
I glanced toward the field and saw her body laying motionless on the dew-covered ground.
For some reason she had wandered out of the barn during the night and fell,
and didn't have the strength to get back up.
Hubby spent the better part of the morning digging a grave for her...
and afterwards we talked about how hard it was going to be to look out the window
and not see her grazing with the rest of the gang.
But I can take comfort in the fact that she lived a very good life here with us;
and it's always better to think on the good rather than dwell on the bad.
So, today's post will not be a sad one,
but rather a happy one just remembering the life of one of God's little creatures.
Here is a picture of her when she was just a girl~
she had the most graceful long legs of any of our ewes.
Keeping watch over her week-old lamb, Rowdy.
Stopping to say "Hi" to Lily....
Her favorite thing- being out into the pasture in the cool, early morning
with the rest of the flock.
"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there."
- Isla Paschal Richardson
- Isla Paschal Richardson
Sleep tight, sweet girl... you will never be forgotten.
