Earlier this week we lost Felix, the last of my original sheep.
He was 13 years old, and had been hanging in pretty well despite his arthritis for the last two and a half years or so. But he turn a hard turn last weekend and passed away overnight on Monday.
He was a sweet boy- and I feel like we’d gotten closer over the last few years, since his brother Frank passed away. He was a pretty low key guy, and I don’t think he’d want me to make a big fuss, so I’ll just share some of my favorite photos of him from over the years.
Frank (right) and Felix (left) shortly after arrival June of 2010.
and finally, Flying Felix
I like to think of him flying free again- reunited with the original pasture gang.