Little Beatrice fell asleep last night

Her small cries during her last hour were so heart rending that I cried – all I could do was stroke her head and back but I don’t know if that soothed her. After she took her last breaths I poured myself a calming glass of whisky and reflected on the six little lambs outside who are thriving. They don’t all survive but it is always sad to watch an animal suffer and it never gets easier.

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