Well, sadly, Lamb has died. Without her mother's colostrum in the first day of life, and the rain yesterday, the odds were always against her, but I did my best. I really thought she had a good chance the way she was drinking last night and this morning. I tried to make sure she didn't get too much too quickly, and she had the dog's heated pad to keep her warm. Perhaps I should have made sure she couldn't get out of her box. She may have slept some of the night on the lino ... perhaps if I'd put the dog-coat on her ... I could have slept on the stretcher in the kitchen, then I would have heard if she'd got up ...
Well, it's all academic now anyway.
Funny how one gets attached to little critter-babies so easily.
I knew I shouldn't have read this post......so sad :o(
ReplyDeleteAhhh a shame. But several shepherds have told me that sheep always have a death wish and it's always a struggle to keep them alive. I would have felt just like you do though!
ReplyDeleteAh, that's sad. But you did your best and the lamb had some warmth and comfort in its short life.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. For all my male realism I too have felt a real pang of sadness. It never really occurred to me that you wouldn't succeed.
ReplyDeleteI missed a few days and got the whole lamb story at once. I didn't like the ending. Now what? I bury my cats in the back yard, but what do you do with a lamb? Probably have to dig a larger hole.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. Lamb is buried under the lemon tree with Pippin and Mikey and the chook.
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