Happy 4th birthday to my darling Lambie.
Lambie was born on a horrid stormy night 4 years ago. He was one of a twin but his sister died two days later and then later his mother.
Lambie lived with me pretty much from Day 1.
BeAnne has also been an integral part of his life too.
It has not always been plain sailing – Lambie had joint ill and couldn’t walk for many weeks but with many trips to the vet, endless antibiotics, massage and physio we got him up and running. It was a family effort.
I know folk look at me like I am completely mad but Lambie is family and I am Lambie’s Mum. I always will be. We are imprinted on each other.
Lam’Bert and Lam’Ster were brought in later as company and friends to make up the Boyzenberries.
I went into their field for a birthday hug and chat. It was wonderful. I had forgotten how much the Boyzens love sitting with me in their field. For many months it has just been too wet but at last the ground has dried up thanks to a pretty fierce, but constant, drying Shetland wind.
So happy birthday to my darling boy. And yes, he did have a birthday present. Well you would, wouldn’t you? That’s what you do with family.