Rest in Peace Doris, Rest in Peace

I finally had to let Doris go last week. She hadn’t moved from the spot she was in for several days – if I am honest with myself, for about 7 of the last 10 days. She still talked to me when I went in to the barn to give her food and water and didn’t look like she was in pain, but laying in the same spot day after day just hoping someone brings you something to eat and drink is just no way to live.

I bought Doris from a local shepherd 5 years ago – she was one of his cull ewes that year. Over the past 4 years she had three sets of triplets and one set of twins on my farm, and was a wonderful mom. She had to deliver last years lambs via C-section, and still, even before she was fully stitched up, went into full blown new mom mode cleaning them when they were placed next to her. Doris1


She was the smallest of all my ewes – I think she might have been part Cheviat – but she was tough. She also had a very expressive face – whenever I was in working with the flock, Doris was always there, looking at like “Wow, you really got it right this time” or, more usually “You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing do you?” I learned a lot from Doris and her expressions.

She had the most distinctive “Baa” and would greet me with it every morning when I went out to get the paper.

Violet’s farm is so quiet without Doris’ “baa”.

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