Yesterday was a hard day. The hay storage room of the cow barn is now empty – not so much a comment on the amount of hay in it as the fact that Kitty isn’t there anymore. My dear, precious mini jersey is gone. Last Thursday morning Jeff found her fallen, stuck in the mud, belly bloated & legs sticking up in the air, but still alive. It was a horrible sight. We got her upright, blanketed, and had the vet come out to IV some goodies into her. She was hypothermic, hypoglycemic and too weak to get up on her feet. We had to get her into the barn.
Jeff rigged up a “sled” out of a piece of metal to pull behind the tractor. We rolled her onto it and dragged her to the barn, where we rolled her into the hay storage area through the garage door. She spent the next 4 days there, laying on a bed of hay, with us trying to get her to try to stand up. Instead, she just got weaker and eventually gave up. I finally had the vet come back yesterday to put her down. I spent some time sitting with her before he got here, petting her & loving on her, and telling her what a good girl she was & that I was sorry this was the only thing I could do for her anymore. And now the hay room is empty.