Farewell, Sweet Frank

We lost Frank last night.

Found him this morning in his favorite “laying low” spot in a far corner of the pasture.

My poor boy. He’d seemed kind of off for a couple of days, and I’d suspected he might be bloating. Friday he seemed to respond to treatment and was up an about, but Saturday he backslid. He was just shy of 10 years old.

He was a very shy sheep and never liked being handled, but was a real sweetie and never uncooperative once I managed to get a hold of him.

He is survived by his twin brother Felix, who is now the last of my original Shetlands. Feeling out in the pasture is rather somber, but Felix and the girls are sticking together and carrying on as best they can.

Here are a few choice pictures of our friend Handsome Frank through the years.

Rest in peace, sweet sheep.