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Last week our old sheep, Miss Fatty showed signs of pain in her back legs. She found it difficult to get up, became very slow and moved as each steep was hard work and painful. After many years on her feet and possibly a little on the large side old age has steeped in with what we think is arthritis/ rheumatism in her joints. We could of called the vet out but her diagnosis would probably of been old age, with a course of anti inflammatory injections. These would of given relief for a short period of time but something she can't take for ever so we tried a natural remedy that worked on a couple of pigs we had ages back who had joint ill and something we take daily. Rose hip.

Each Autumn I pick the hips of wild roses and boil them up to make a syrup, taken daily this relieves joint pain and believe me it works. Now we had run out of syrup so have had to buy pills for now which are crushed into her breakfast and tea. Within the week she is moving a lot easier breaking out into a little spring in her step come feeding time. Her joints are still swollen but hopefully this is enough to relieve her pain but of course being an old girl we know she isn't going to be able to gone on for ever.

If only rose hip would aid my memory as to which sheep food bowl I crushed that pill in as its a bit of a scrum for cereal with Gorgon needing his first then Robsewe next with miss Fatty placed down and lastly black pig. I am over looker to make sure everyone has designated bowls and not to steal each others just like breakfast time indoors!

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