As feared, Pelasia did not survive last night.
When she was born, we didn’t name her for the longest time. We didn’t know if she would live. So I called her Tiny Dancer. Even with all her difficulties and defects, she was the happiest alpaca I’ve ever known. And in the last 8 years, she has never ceased to make me smile when she would come bouncing through the door at feeding time. She didn’t walk along like the others. Nope. She would come running and leap over the threshold. I will miss that the most. We’ve not had another alpaca that has shown that shear joy for living (or maybe it was just for food!)
Rest in peace, my Tiny Dancer.
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