Hope (part 2)

We made a straw bed in one of the largest lambing pens, water, alfalfa, and grain placed beside her. No interest in any of it I prayed and asked for wisdom. In all my years of raising sheep we had never had such an accident of this brutal nature.
Two long days passed. On the third day, seeking to encourage her to eat, I found she would only drink water so I held her bucket close and she sipped large gulps. As long as she was drinking I would help keep her alive. In time she ate from my hand and finally began the healing process of her wounds. However, she couldn't get up or even try. We'd roll her over, we'd put her on a tarp and drag her out to the pasture for sunlight and grass so she could nibble. The days she would try, I wouldn't. The days I'd try to help her, she was stubborn and difficult. Placing and removing bandages, Betadine for cleansing, and antibiotic's was a lot of daily care. One day a friend come by to help me removed the soiled and smelly bandages. I said to her, "Oh Kathy, I just can"t do this anymore, she's only a sheep!" Looking at me in despair, her words touched a cord of my heart, "You can't give up hope on Hope, can you?"
Two months had passed; we had just driven into the barn pasture with a load of bedding straw. Our old orange truck sputtered and strange noises emitted from it as we were ready to park outside the barn to unload the bales of hay, just then we saw Hope. (to be continued)