died today. It is impossible for me to put into words how upset we are about this. He was 17 years old so I knew he was not going to live forever, but I thought he would dwindle like Sheila and Daphnie. But he died an unexpected and horrible death instead. He liked to sleep on a dirt mound in front of the barn gate. Somehow in the night he flipped off his mound and caught his leg under the gate. He could not get up so we found him this morning bloated and bloody. He was still warm so I worry that if I had gone to the barn instead of farting around on the internet this morning, maybe I could have saved him. But more likely he struggled and died while we were sleeping. I have never been so upset about an animal’s death. Tom and I, after the initial realization sunk in, both said we cannot take this anymore.
I loved Bob. I think Bob was the coolest sheep ever and those of you who met him would likely agree. He made me smile, at least inside, whenever I saw him. He was one of my first lambs. He was our barnyard greeter. He made great wool. He made his mother Babette proud. I miss him already.
oh, no! poor Bob. He was such a sweet boy. I’m so sorry and sad to hear this.
Thanks Denise. This is a rough one.
Am sorry Donna, Tom, no matter how many leave us there are the few that will continue to leave a tear and heavy heart……..Clark will be one of them too, i hope not soon….Hugz
Thanks Eliz- this is so hard.
I’m sorry. Death sucks.
Thanks Boni, particularly prolonged one. I would not be quite as upset as if he had gone quickly and painlessly like he deserved.
I’m so sorry, I’ll miss Bob too.
I am so very sorry Donna. There no words to make this any easier; sending love and hugs. RIP Bob.
Thanks Lois. Having sheep hurts sometimes.
Oh Donna – my heart goes out to you and Tom. Like Lois said, there are no helpful words, only shared sorrow and tears.
I do know that you understand what it is like so I am not a total freak crying about a sheep.
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