Well this is a hard one. On Monday I had to have the vet come out.
The sad result: Hazel Catkin is gone.
She had just turned 6 on March 17th.
The baby of the herd.
Only Bud is younger, by one week.
When Bud was born, big sister Hazel was so sweet to him.
Here's Hazel and mama Azalea on Day 10:
the traditional day for tackling Goat Mountain.
A teenager in Autumn 2021, showing mama her fancy dance moves.
Winter 2023.
As she grew up, Hazel looked more and more like her mama.
As Azalea's last kid, and a single birth, and a doe who was never bred, Hazel has been strongly bonded to Azalea for every moment of her life.
The whole herd is now in disarray and will continue to be for some time.
But it's a pure loss for Azalea.
This will always be one of my favorite photographs:
Hazel, three days old.
Hazel Catkin, I don't know why your time here was so short,
but I'm glad you always made the most of it.
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