She's Gone

She's gone.  She didn't make it.  We got her body temperature up, but it wasn't enough.  She let out a few bleats as I was ushering the girls upstairs to bed and while I was tucking them in, she died.

It had only been a couple of minutes, but it was too late.  Chest compressions, chest massage, nothing.  She was gone.

There's been too much.  Way too much death.

I know death is a part of life.  I know that farming means dealing with death even in birth.  I also know that I am probably over-reacting because of my MIL, Reverend, and Norma.  (MIL's best friend.  Her funeral was this evening.  We went to the visitation today.)  But just because I can logically explain my emotions it does not mean I am not slowly losing my mind.  Thankfully, there isn't much left to lose.