Freckles died peacefully, and naturally, today at the venerable age of 20. I found her in the barn lying on her side, looking as if she had simply collapsed or died in her sleep. It didn't come as a surprise, as she had some rough times this winter, and she was really looking her age -- losing muscle tone, her fleece this year was thinner and shorter, and in the last week, she sometimes looked as if she might have dementia, standing in the field not knowing where she was or how to get back to the barn.
And, strange as it may seem, she died exactly 6 years to the day that I adopted her: Mother's Day 2005.
in peace freckles...there is just annie left of the original saints 5 little sheep.