Zelda spends most of the day lying by the pasture gate. I admit I would have put her down by now, Maria isn’t ready, and Zelda is still eating and grazing with the flock when she can. She doesn’t seem to be suffering.

We both agree we won’t put her through any more winters up  here. It is powerful to see that the sheep make sure one of them is always with her. I’ve noticed before that sheep don’t die alone, but Zelda’s spot – by the gate – makes it easier for me to see their affection and commitment for one another.

Today it was Izzy’s turn to sit with her. Zelda won’t die alone.