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I went out to do night check and lo and behold, there is one of my  
ewes, dragging her hind leg around. Not a mark on it but I am almost  
positive it's broken. Roy is in Virginia, I can't hit a vein without  
someone to hold her, I don't have a gun here. Eff me.

I can go out there with a big damn knife and slit her throat, which I  
really, really, really don't want to do, or call the vet in and have  
her put down in the middle of a Friday effing night and have the vet  
charge me out the effing ***.

I got enough Banamine into her IM that I'm sure the pain isn't  
horrendous, but I've never od-ed something on IM drugs, I don't even  
know if it can be done.

And to make it worse, this ewe was one of our orphans, which Roy  
pretty much bottle raised and whom he has an attachment to.

Can I just say again, EFF ME and my stupid effing luck. Poor ewe.

Ok. Now I need to go figure out how to kill this poor beast.

Bugger.