Gosh this post has done me more good than any other, having cried buckets for the 4 lambs lost thus far this lambing season from a large sheep farm up the road I now feel less wussy!
My 'better' half tells me not to get so emotionally involved, but when they are hopeless case bin ends with just one chance I feel the need to at least try, rather than leave them in the 'lamb box' to surely die. Any warmth and affection is better than none surely.
I tell him if the alternative is not caring I'd rather cry but I still feel a bit of a gimp! Girls huh! =D
On the plus side, I have 2 at 4 weeks which are getting much stronger, and would definately not have survived without the Florence Nightingale style intervention but I'm definately not counting my chickens (appologies for mixing metaphores!) as everyone keeps telling me they are born to die.
Children are so much easier to raise! So sorry to hear about your little one, but thanks for raising the issue of weeping! =) xx