Wednesday 28 May, 2014
Feeling a bit gutted this afternoon. Dickie, our Coloured Ryeland wether, died today.
He was one of our first crop of lambs in 2009. He had a white streak of wool on his face that reminded me of Dickie Davies :-) I couldn't bear to eat him, so we had him castrated and kept him as a tup companion (also mentor to various groups of tup and ewe lambs). We took him to the vet in the back of the car to be "done", and Dan held him, legs akimbo (Dickie's not Dan's) while the vet did his stuff.
He had been a bit off colour for a couple of weeks. I'd fluked him and given him a course of antibiotics - some days he'd seem better, then he'd be poorly again the next day. He wasn't eating much but loved a digestive biscuit, an oatcake or sticky willie, ground elder and dandelion (so long as it was freshly pulled :-)).
Yesterday, he seemed good - it was a lovely day and he went out with the ponies to graze and had some biscuits. This morning, he was clearly failing and I called the vet; but by the time Robert arrived, Dickie had died. It all looked quite peaceful. I'm glad - I had decided that if Robert didn't say "I know what ails that sheep and I can cure him", I was going to have him put to sleep. But he beat me to it, poor lad.
He had a great life - anyone who has been here will have met Dickie. He loved a cuddle and a scratch and I'm glad he had five good years and a sunny day yesterday. Such is life, I suppose, but syill feeling sad :-(
On the plus side, it's a bit of a reprieve for one of this year's tup lambs.