Sourdough died a bit ago.
She had pneumonia. Andy went down to check on them around 9 or so, and Sourdough wouldn’t get up. He called the vet, and by the time she got here, Sourdough was lying on her side and breathing sort of shallow. The vet went to her truck to get an IV and some other things, and by the time she got back, Sourdough was barely breathing. So, Andy and the vet decided to just let her go, and so they sat with her until she died. Andy trimmed off as much of Sourdough’s fur as he could, so maybe some day when I know what I’m doing I can make a nice scarf or something. We buried her under a birch tree up by the craft shack.
I’m so sorry
Aw!!! *sends you comforts and pie*
Aw, I feel badly for you guys. I spent many years on a farm and people would always say things like ‘well, don’t get attached, they’re just FARM animals!’ Bah, there’s always attachement.
Farmers are the best people in the world and you guys do ’em proud
Aww, I’m so sorry to hear about Sourdough. I wish things had turned out different for you.