Yesterday, probably while we at the 4H, school show or doing Skye’s math homework, Noam appeared to have suffered a stroke/heart attack/seizure type of thing. I found him last night while doing the evening chores. It was very sad when I found him, already dead. I have spoken about death on the farm before, it does not get any easier. So many animals, so many friends. With Noam being one of the first animals we brought to the farm, it was also a piece of our history leaving.
I was up early to bury Noam, because we try to limit the visual effects of bad things our daughter sees, she suffers from PTSD. I will tell her about Noam soon enough.
Noam is now in the garden, he will become something nourishing. In addition, the garden is fenced so he will not get dug up.
As I thanked him for the many joys and kids he brought us, with my heart grieving, I removed his collar and said goodbye. And shed another tear in writing this thinking of how much he meant to our family.