First thing this morning, Daisy and I found Missy’s dead body outside the front door. We didn’t know what to think. What had happened? It was horrible.
I fed the rest of the sheep, carefully checking Edna was not pining (she is fine, thankfully) and the rest were just the same as ever – in good health.
We covered the corpse, OH dug a deep hole in our “graveyard” and I talked to the postie (my sheep expert). “Vinster” he called it and I should’ve had Missy vaccinated with a clostridia and pasteurella vaccination.
I feel terrible. I didn’t know this. I thought she was fine, fit, well and healthy and now she isn’t. He said it was a quick death (a small blessing) and that it happens to good sheep, out of nowhere.
So little Missy didn’t even have her first Mississippi (birthday) and it’s totally my fault. My own ignorance.
Rest in peace Little Mississippi. You were a brief joy and a darling in our lives. You will be desperately missed by us. You were doing so well training me too (she had her own bowl at breakfast which she insisted upon).
Life is very unfair but death is even worse. I wish I could turn the clock back.