I lived for a very long time with an older couple, a few sheep and another alpaca. But everyone got old. Some of them died. At the end it was just me and Michelle, my little blind sheep. I loved my people, but they said, “Dorrie, we can’t manage the farm anymore and we have to move.” My heart sank. What would become of me and Michelle? I hummed a lot (a sign of anxiety in alpacas). It was ok – we came to this farm where there are lots of sheep and two (count ‘em 2!) female alpacas and, not of as much interest, 2 male llamas. I miss my people – they came to visit me and they cried. I tried not to cry in front of them. But I know I’m very lucky to be in this safe place where everyone seems to be cheerful all the time (it’s weird, but it’s true!).
