Death is rarely pretty, and living and growing up on a farm is a constant reminder that nothing lives forever, but that doesn’t mean death gets any easier to take.
We have been bottle feeding a little lamb for 3 weeks, and he has been doing great, ’till Sat. morning when he was bloated up and dead when we got to the barn. Bloat is actually a deadly concern when bottle feeding lambs, but we still didn’t really expect it from him when he was doing so well.
Then Sun. morning, I picked up one of our orange cats from the side of the road on the way to the barn. ‘Carmella’ as he was called, was always glad to see you, and will be missed..
Hopefully there won’t be to many more mornings like the last two any time soon!