She didnt make it...

My Ewe pasted that night. She was old and I really didnt expect her to live much longer.

She was of the last 4 (now down to 3) of my first little flock of about 10 other ewes, everyone else had been sold off due to ether the purchasing of younger sheep or to "budget cuts".

That being said. I'm still fairly new to this whole live stock thing. That night I had been texting my friend (who has had sheep for awhile) about what I should be doing to help this old ewe. I did what I could. When I checked on her in the morning I stood there staring at her for a few minutes. I'd look around, then back at her. What on earth do you do with the body? Considering I dont live out in the middle of nowhere. So I sent a text to my friend. "she didnt make it" her response " I'll be there in 30" She loaded up her 2 toddlers, at 7:30am on a weekday and came out and helped me deal with it. Later that day I couldnt help but think of one of those silly quote you read on the internet. "There are friends that will help you move, then there are friends that will help you move a dead body" and I just had to giggle. I dont have a ton of friends. But she really is the only one that would do that for me.