A Tough Loss...

Working with livestock is not an easy task, and definitely not for everyone. Weeks like this however, hit a bit harder than others. It has taken me quite a while to find the words to express this, but I wanted to share it, particularly to those that know this feeling all too well.

This past week we had to say goodbye to one of our lovely girls, Clara. Many who attended shows with us knew her well, and those that visited the farm always needed to get some head scratches in with her before being able to say hi to the rest of the herd. We brought Clara into our herd when she was five, and retired her at 7 after having two sets of twins with us. She lived out her days babysitting others kids, eating any pumpkins she could find, and receiving lots of attention.

Unfortunately, she had some troubles earlier in the fall, and did not fully bounce back. She recovered slowly, and struggled to put weight back on. After weeks of supportive care and small improvements, we were faced with a storm that set her back once again.

At this point she had found it more tiring to stand, no longer wished to graze on the last of the green grass, and was uninterested in many of the treats she once devoured. Her tail wagged when she would settle down, and she spent much of her days saving energy and lying in the sun. She showed her disapproval for the times she needed treatments, and would eat only when tempted. She would still talk to us every time we neared her pen, and lay her head on your lap for scratches.

I have always promised myself I would not let an animal of mine suffer, and I knew it would not be fair to her to force her through the harshness of New England winters in her condition. A well known saying I like to quote; "Better a day too early than an hour too late."

I came home from college early, and had put a call in with my vet. As we waited for him to arrive I sat beside her, gave her lots of scratches, fed her some pumpkin donuts and talked of all the wonderful things she had allowed me to experience. I feel as though she knew as well as I that her time with us was coming to an end.

When the moment came, she was gone quickly and quietly, while held in my arms and given many kisses goodbye. I am grateful for our wonderful vet for helping her along.

The girls were quiet the following day, and it stings knowing she won't be there from now on. The memories I shared with her will be cherished dearly. Although it doesn't get easier, I can find comfort in knowing she was content and well-loved for her time with us, and she went peacefully, surrounded by as much love as I could give her.

Thank you for everything Clara. Rest easy.