It’s hard for me to post this but sometimes rescue feels impossibly sad. We have to take the good with the bad no matter what. You honestly never know if what you try will help or work. My motto is as long as they try, so shall I. Last week Timber started having severe breathing issues. At first the vets thought it might be something allergy/asthma-like related. As the week progressed, Timber was worse and worse. No matter what medicine we gave to help him. In the middle of the night Thursday we had the vet out to send my little Lambie back to heaven. He could not breathe and his little heart was beating out of control. He was in pain and letting me know it by pressing his head against my shin. When that happens, they are telling you they need the kindness we are able to give- relief from suffering that cannot be fixed. It is a terrible thing but it is all a part of me. This place is not the same without him at my feet or looking up at me. They truly leave a little hole in my soul every time I lose a sheep. I am sorry to have such sad news for all of you but I know you loved Timber too. I will miss him terribly. But I am also glad he had some fun while he was on earth and now he is in no pain, not crooked and running really fast with lamb hops included way up high off the ground! Godspeed my little Timber lamb. There will never be another like you… and I would take you again, same as you were, in a heartbeat.
(Isaac is doing ok, I’ll post more about him tomorrow!)
