A sheep called Sandwich!
Just like the tale of A Chicken called Sandwich over on my ‘small page’, we once had a sheep called Sandwich too.
I found Sandwich (named because there was more meat on a sandwich than on the poor lamb) in a field, close to death. It was obvious that he couldn’t walk though he did try to stand. I went to tell the farmer, but was told he had died that morning. The family informed me that they would see to the lamb straight away. I trusted this would happen, but a gut feeling told me to check on this the following day. Sandwich was still there and still suffering.
So I went to the farm again and told them about the lamb.
‘I will take the lamb myself if that would help you!’ I said to the obviously grieving family.
‘Take it!’ was the reply and so that’s exactly what I did.
Without even consulting my kind and unassuming husband, I carefully laid the tiny lamb on the front seat of my car and drove home. I didn’t stop to consider what I would do with it, apart from taking it to the vets for a check up.
Back at our home for waifs and strays, we were greeted by three fat cats and a curious husband.
‘I have something on my front seat that is very precious,’ I said seriously, ‘and there was nothing I could do but to bring it home.’
My kind and unassuming husband opened the door and stared at the little lamb sleeping contentedly on my coat. He picked him up gently and without questions, carried him into the house.
‘We have to take him to the vet,’ I said, so I went inside and called him.
With the help and advice from the vet on the phone, Sandwich soon had a bottle of proper lamb’s milk and a lot of love. He looked at us and bleated whilst his black woolly tail wagged. He couldn’t walk but I took it that he was feeling a lot better.
But later that day, the vet x-rayed poor Sandwich and we learnt that his back was broken, probably hit by a car. We decided to let Sandwich stay in this world until the following morning, with the help of pain relief, so that he would know what love and kindness was before being put to sleep.
Although Sandwich lived such a short while, even the daffodils lived longer, he died peacefully, knowing someone cared.