Our Rosie Posie has been a huge part of our lives for these past four months.
Having a lamb has definitely been a steep learning curve for our family. Like when an over-excited Grace accidentally dropped her and we spent the next fortnight anxiously watching her hobble around, hoping she leg wasn't broken. Or when it became apparent that the she rivaled Charlie in her Houdini-like escape tactics that included (but was by no means limited to) jumping over the fence of her pen as well as crawling under it.
Despite all this, Rosie has been great fun and was much adored. She was as fat as a barrel (seriously, if she had fallen over she would have rolled down the hill) and kept us entertained with her funny antics like chasing then hens and getting stuck in the olive trees while climbing up to try and eat the leaves. She followed us around like a puppy and loved nothing more than to sit in the sun with Grace and have her head scratched. She also kept the grass down on our acre section, which reduced the five hours it takes Bern to mow most of the lawn (yes, a ride-on lawn mower is on the wish list).
So it was a big shock when we woke one morning this week to find that Rosie had died in the night. It was, as you can imagine, very upsetting for all of us, but especially Grace, who insisted on helping Bern bury her. Having a pet die may be a part of life, but try explaining that to a five year old.
