It’s been cold and damp the last few days and Fiona seemed a little under the weather. She was a bit lethargic, moping around, and mostly wanted to stay in the run-in shed. Who could blame her. But she still came out when it was time to be fed, and we didn’t think much about it until Saturday morning. Chris went up to the barn to feed her, and she had passed away in her sleep. It’s sad, and I feel bad for Chris because they were buddies.
Fiona lived out her last years doing what she wanted to do. It didn’t matter if the electric fence tape was turned on or not — she’d go to whichever side of the pasture had the greenest grass. She kept her stubborn attitude until the end — she would never let anyone pet her and would only eat from Chris’ hand. I’m guessing she took her attitude with her.
Now Pono is moping around too. He misses her, and so do we.