I have been enjoying the absence of Hercules. The sheer peacefulness and calm of just sitting near my sheep. I love to just be near them. With Shirley's last lambs sitting in my lap and others coming over to sniff my face, or chew on my sleeves. Hercules' exit has made Shirley's a little easier to bear. But I often forget that she is gone.
I get asked all the time why we didn't just let her die on the farm. Doesn't it seem best to just let an animal live out its life until it dies, peacefully, on its own? Well, our experience with dogs is that often they don't die peacefully. Often, they are sick, or in pain for some time before they go. We have yet to have a dog die peacefully in its sleep. We've had cancer, hip problems, organ failure and bloating. All are ways that cause pain and difficulty before death comes and eases any of it. All of our dogs have been euthanized. All of them have been loved for every minute, including their last breaths. That's no different than Shirley. It was a quick and painless death, that I can guarantee.
Sure, I have guilt. Just like I do for the dogs I put down, even when I know the alternative is worse. That the alternative means immobility, pain, confusion and worse. I still feel bad making the decision. But after I put my first dog down, I realized that euthanasia is not murder. It's love, grace, selflessness and compassion. Shirley deserved all of that. Not, she was not, as far as I know, in any pain, but how do I really know? She wasn't producing milk for her babies, so something was clearly wrong. She knew it, too. What else was wrong? I'll never know. But I know she won't suffer, not like others before her. Here's a tiny glimpse. The ladies in grey are mamas that are now passed. I will admit, turning Shirley's name grey was really hard for me.
She's immortalized forever in a spreadsheet. Just like all of her predecessors, and all of her ancestors and friends. But we'll have so many other memories for her. She means so much to me still. I am so glad I have so many of her babies and grandbabies on the farm.
One of the things that helped me, was that Caleb, from Catching Sunshine Snapshots came out on Shirley's last night and let Shannon and I spend some time and get some photos to remember her by. I think that really helped me let go.
Just for some perspective... here's a look at Shirley when she was 2, when we first brought her home to the farm.
That's Shirley looking right at us, and Laverne looking behind.
Here's our Shirley girl the night before we said goodbye....
So much grey on her face. What a wonderful old girl. Never gave us any problems, always took care of her babies (until these last ones). She's still the bar I hold all the other girls up to. What a lovely mama, what a kind sheepie. There will never be another Shirley.