Because of this stupid foot of mine, I have not been able to go to the barn to do a visual check on the animals....instead I have been relying on daily reports from my son...who is not used to the animals.
I ask him every day how the little one is doing, Bailey...and he reports that he see's her nursing, she is laying in the barn, up against the cool cinder block. The last few days it has been quite warm, so I didn't think anything of it. Until this morning, he came in and said..."mom, I think something is wrong with the baby, she wont stand up, and when I get her on her feet, she falls over." so, I hobble out there, and find her laying on her side....cold...shallow breathing. She cries out to Nelly, and Nelly calls to her, but Bailey can not get to her feet. I milk out Nelly, and tried a bottle for the little one...and decided to bring her inside to feed her and warm her. On my way back to the house she had convulsions...and by the time I got her inside..she had taken her last breath.

RIP little one, altho she was only with us for a week, it hurts to know that if I would have made myself get out there a few days ago, I might have noticed something was wrong sooner, and might have been able to save her. My son buried her next to my grandparents little dogs, and put a block on top to keep anything from digging her up. Dang, my ONLY little lamb this year, and I lost her.

Now my foot is throbbing from walking out there and back, and being on my knees trying to milk out Nelly. Poor Nelly, she is walking the fence, calling to her baby. I hope she is ok in a few days. This BITES!!!!!