RIP my little George....

Life on the farm is sometimes hard but it is life.......and death is a part we all must deal with. This morning I went to give my little George his bottle and found him dead. Luckily my dad was on his way to pick up my brother Gus so he and Hayden dug a hole while we gathered rocks for him......we all got to say good-bye. At least in his short life he brought us much joy and I hope we did the same for him.