Our Tunis ram, Dobbie, just died of bronchial pneumonia. One day we were celebrating his successful breeding to Etta, a beautiful purebred Tunis ewe, and it seems such a short time later we are mourning his loss. We had no idea that he was ill. One day he was leaning on the fence with the other rams and the next day he was missing. John found him laying alone near our sorting chute. He was a gentle soul even in his final hours. He had put himself where he would be not bother and quietly slipped away. I have a great sadness and miss him sorely. Dobbie was special: he was the only ram we have had who loved to have his nose and back scratched and to get a hug. It was an awsome experience to burry my face in his soft woolly back while he gently huffed hot breath on my shoulder. He will be missed.
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