I was very friendly with a ram when I was a child, so I fully understand that you became attached to your sheep, It is so hard losing any animal we have become close to.
Peter the ram wasn't mine - he belonged to a local farmer and had started life as a pet lamb,hand-reared by the farmer's mother.
Grown up, the ram adapted happily to life with the flock, but now and again left them and walked down to the farm, butted open the door to the scullery, and went in and begged for his old feeding bottle!
Mrs X filled it with water and he sucked contentedly.
Can you picture a full grown ram with beautiful curly horns drinking water through a teat on an old lemonade bottle?
He was the nicest natured ram I have ever met.