The pet I’ll never forget: Catkin the sheep, who broke my ribs and then my heart

From the start, I had a special connection with Catkin, who would call as soon as she saw me and belt her way over the field to be first in line, backing up for a bum scratch that was over only when she said so. She was tall and very beautiful, with a white blaze running down her face, an inquisitive gaze and the chattiest of bleats. Her mum, Willow, was more reserved and even though her daughter was fully grown, she always grazed close by.