After Cheyenne past I could tell Mom was heart broken. Most the time Mom is the one trying to make everyone else feel better and tries to keep laughing and keep things upbeat. Last night however for the first time in along time Mom didn't laugh or really even say anything at all. She even went to bed early. Then the storms moved in. Mom was up and down with thunder and lightening and even hail at one point. Then some time between the hail and the rain Momma Shetland went to sleep never to wake this morning. Mom went from Heartbroke to crushed because those were her favorite buddies. Both would run up to her when ever she said anything. It was like her voise spoke to them and when they heard it they would come running. Even as Momma lost her sight she would always find Mom by her voice and get treats.
As for me I am not happy about it but I kept busy today working cattle for a guy to pick up some cash to pay for my gas to go get the New bred Dorset tomorrow. I am trying to be positive and believe with all my heart that the worst of this has passed and that everyone including Quapaw will be fine. I am also trying to keep my thoughts occupied with good thoughts about those babies still to come. Wendie's, Carrie's and the new Dorset's. By the way I am looking for a name for her. It needs to be a famous Oklahoman. If you have any ideas let me know. The only one I can think of is Reba but Mom says Patti Page (who ever that is) is also from Oklahoma.... The boys I have covered.
Pretty Boy Floyd
The list men goes on and on but the new Momma isn't a ram so I am over my head with this one ...