Miniel lost her fight for life today. Lorraine was holding her when she passed - I was on my way home from work. She was fighting to the end, but had developed complications from her long immobility. We managed to get an intestinal blockage cleared over the weekend, but she was getting pneumonia, and that's what finally did her in.
She was a fine little sheep. We did everything we could possibly do, going way beyond our normal practice for her. She fought, we fought, and we lost. I would've liked to have had her for several years, to have watched her raise lambs of her own, and watch my wife spin beautiful yarn from her lustrous fleece, but such was not to be. Nonetheless, she taught us a lot - about sheep, and about ourselves. She is gone, but she will not be forgotten. And I'm sure she'll find a place in the All-Mother's flock.
A Sheep Farmer's Prayer
Heaven won't be so lonely
If what I hope is true
If a little lamb is there
Or some old friendly ewe
In those celestial pastures
Beside still waters deep
May the eternal future find me
With a little band of sheep
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