First of all, I want to say thanks to everyone who took the time to read about my sick sheep and send warm thoughts, kind words, and suggestions on how to help her. It was truly appreciated. Sheepie survived. She appears to have made a total recovery; no more wobbliness, a healthy appetite and is alert and attentive. Despite my earlier predictions, she is no longer skittish around me and happily comes over for a treat from my hand whenever I'm near her pen in the barn. Here are a few photos I took of her at feeding time two nights ago.
Looking for a handout (yes, she's actually licking my hand!)
However, there is sad news; she went into labor this morning. We assumed that it wouldn't be good, since it's earlier than we expected. For us, lambing season begins in mid to late February, not the end of January. She had two big, beautiful twins; both were born dead and required our assistance. This was my first time assisting a sheep in labor. Sheepie was a good patient, I just wish it could have been a happier ending. It is always sad to have a pregnancy end badly for any of the animals, but it does happen. In this case, we know what went wrong, which makes it a bit easier. We did all we could and I know this. I just remind myself that it could have been much worse, because if we would have lost the ewe, we definitely would have lost the babies too. We saved her, and she will be able to have lambs again. Her mother, Pansy, was productive well into her teens. Sheepie is just 2 years old, so that's a lot of life and many more lambs (we hope) ahead of her.