It's been five years since we've buried a ewe because of sickness.
Tonight we lost Francis. She was only with us for two years but she birthed two beautiful children in her time here. A week ago she started to act strange. By Sunday she had lost some weight and was limping. Tuesday we moved her to the barn so she could eat with out fighting the others and we could aggressively treat her foot which was overcome with hoof rot. This morning she refused food and tonight she passed away.
The bitch of it is that I feel like I failed. Like there is more I could have and should have done. I guess that's always how you feel when you loose an animal.
So in the dark, with thunder and lightening in the distance, Jeremy and I dug a grave. We buried her in the dark by the light of the open barn door. I apologized.