In raising our sheep, sometimes we have to put them down (use a gun) because they are suffering.
Probably more detailed than it needs to be, but...
Last year while lambing, our best ewe (as in show quality) had a uterine prolapse after she lambed. We took her to the vet, but the procedure to fix it didn't work. Neither father nor I could put her down because we were so attached to her; she was a real sweetie. My cousin and another friend offered to do it for us knowing our feelings (I'm getting teary-eyed typing this). Sometimes it's the lesser of two evils...
Also, even though I don't mind hunting, I try very hard not to hit animals on the road, and most of the time it ruins my day if I do.
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Last edited by Eweser; 01-05-2006 at 10:17 AM..
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