How Lambie Arrived | My Shetland


  • Hats ✔️
  • Cake ✔️
  • Presents ✔️
  • Twiglets ✔️
  • and a big bottle of gin for Muzzah ✔️

I was looking back at old photos realising Lambie will be 10 years old.  10 whole years.  My little boy who we struggled at the beginning from day to day to keep alive.

Lambie was born prematurely on a stormy cold night.   His owner had gone on holiday saying it was fine, no lambs would arrive but Lambie and his sister were found newly born on a late night walk around and I was summoned to help knowing less than nothing about lambs.  “I don’t do sheep”, I wailed as they were handed to me as their owner’s partner said neither did he and he was going to work so it was up to me……

Blimey.  It was tough.  I put them in a shed – Mum and her two lambs (a girl and a boy).  The girl lamb promptly died the next night and Mum had absolutely no interest in either of them. She had a terrible shitty bottom and wouldn’t feed.

That left the little boy lamb.

He was dying in front of me so I messaged a friend who knew about sheep but was on holiday so from her deck chair somewhere lovely and hot, she told me what to do.  I put Lambie in the oven with the door open.

And then there were the bottles. Lambie wouldn’t eat.  He said he was hungry, I would heat up a new bottle, then he would take 5 ml very slowly and stop, possibly forever.  He had no interest in food. He couldn’t walk. He wasn’t normal like other sheep. He was not thriving.

There were many trips to the vet resulting in four types of antibiotics for joint ill and then many messages to my knowledgable sheep friend who told me all the tricks she knew to keep a small helpless and hopeless lamb alive.

It was all very tough but ten years on, Lambie is still with us.  Now back to planning his birthday party.  A very big bottle of gin, I think!

 

 



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