Tuppence – You’re a Good Mother

Her cherished twins, Nickel and Dime—now grown and confident at eight years of age—still rarely left her side. Their quiet closeness stands as a living testament to the bond she built from the very beginning.

And Tuppence was, without question, a good mother.

She arrived at sanctuary many years ago, her body already struggling under the weight of a large hernia. While surgery failed her, her girdle did not. And Tuppence, in true Tuppence fashion, carried her hardship with grace and strength—and never once let it dim her gentle nature.

Her pregnancy came as a surprise to us, though not, it seems, to old Homer. A determined ram with a will to love and a spirit to match, his one-night rendezvous—despite fences, veterinary intervention, and all odds—proved fruitful.

When Tuppence’s health declined months later, we prepared to say goodbye. The vet advised letting her go. She was in pain. She was slowing. But something in her eyes asked us to wait—not today. And we’re so thankful we did.
Because two days later, she gave birth to her beloved and perfect twins.

Nickel and Dime were the lambs she finally got to keep—the ones not taken by industry or greed. The ones born into a world where love was the only currency.

Tuppence raised them without help. She taught them strength, patience and gentleness—just by being herself. And now, they mirror her perfectly.

Their bond became a quiet, daily reminder that family isn’t measured in species. It’s found in presence. In care. In the soft weight of devotion that asks for nothing but offers everything.

But time, as it does, began to ask more of Tuppence. Arthritis tightened its steely grip. Her hernia grew. Her steps slowed. Her pain deepened. And though her spirit longed to be with her babies, her body could no longer answer that call.

That morning, when we visited our sweet, stoic friend—we knew. This time, it really was time.

After fifteen extraordinary years, Tuppence went home. And as we whispered our final words, they came simply and with love and with tears:
“You’re a good mother, Tuppy. A good mother.”

And truly, could there be any higher honour?

Farewell, dearest Tuppence.
Worry not. We will always, always, look after your babies.