Teddy
Our dear dog Teddy died three weekends ago in her bed. She had had a perfect day being petted on a farm tour, fetching her ball, napping in her favorite spots and eating her dinner. She slowed down in the evening and died with her head on my hand at 1am. Teddy was graceful in her life and deserved no less than this peaceful end. We have moved the fish bath from the garden for Teddy’s grave, in pride of place on the farm. It was comforting to have my old friend Teri staying that weekend. She was working on new artwork for the farm, which should be unveiled soon! We sometimes have Teri’s prints available in the shop - please take a look next time you visit.
Teri
If guests aren’t milking goats, or delivering goats, they have to draw goats…