Two days ago I strolled out to the barn to give the lambs their bottles but when I looked into their pen, I saw that Shady Grove lay lifeless on the ground.
You cannot imagine my horror, and then unrelenting grief and sadness.
Jason buried her across the road, on the pretty hillside full of waving grass and wildflowers.
I cried the entire day, I loved her so much, and when I awoke the next day I had more tears. My sadness was so, so great.
If you have had animals of any kind, then you know each one has a distinct personality. Sheep are no exception. Shady Grove was my little love; my sweet gentle girl, always cuddling up to me when I sat in the pasture and resting her head on my leg. She often tried to climb into my lap for hugs even when she was obviously way too big. She smiled a big goofy grin when I scratched under her chin. Oh, my heart is so broken.
We don't know why she died. The previous day she was frolicking in the grass with Noble and Turnip; nothing would have suggested anything was wrong. Such is the way of life I suppose. Things are often sudden and unexpected. I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.
Shady Grove when she was just one week old. Such a sweet and gentle soul.