Not good at all. I have a dairy, and I'm getting hit with so many health issues in the animals. A month ago, it was pneumonia. An extremely deadly, contagious strain of pneumonia that killed off a fourth of my little babies before I was able to get in under control, but the rest who are still alive are extremely stunted. The little contagion who I am fairly sure started the whole outbreak is still alive, and not well, and she's one of my favorites. I don't know what to do with her. It's getting wet again, and I'm afraid shes going to infect the rest of the herd. I was working with the sick animals so often that I caught the strain too a week ago. I'm hot. Everything hurts. I can't think straight. I'm trying to play it off that I'm fine, but I'm really not. The next wave of babies were born during the outbreak, and I was able to quarantine them and get vaccinations, but theyre getting to the age of switching diets, from milk to solids, and its not going well. They're bloating up like balloons and acting drunk. I'm doing everything I can do help them, but the medicine never acts fast enough, and they go down too quickly. I spent all night with one little girl who didn't make it. I went to check on the rest of them, and another girl was bloated up. Repeat.
I'm getting to the point where it's getting harder and harder to bounce back after every death of an animal that I could have saved, if I just tried a little harder, If this happened an hour earlier, if I would have gave a bigger dose, if I would have known exactly how to handle it instead of trial and error. If she could have hung on for a little longer, it could have worked. I could have saved her. She could be hopping along with her sisters, right now. There was so many personalities that I have missed out on, and I feel like a terrible person because of it. I've been farming all of my life, and death has never hit me as hard as it has this past month. I failed them all.