Sad Day

I write this with a sad and heavy heart.We lost our little Murry last night.He did not get better after his second trip to the vet.He spent his last moments much like he spent his short life snuggled in our laps by the fire.He will be greatly missed.He had a huge, spoiled rotten personality and was overflowing with cuteness.

I know this is part if farm life,but that doesn't mean I feel his loss any less.I take comfort that in his short life all he new was love and kindness from his human family.I really felt that out of all The Boy's goaties,that Murry was kind of mine.I will miss him underfoot in the kitchen talking to me in his little goatie mumble that he did.

I do think maybe more was wrong with him that  what we thought....he had different symptoms toward the end...I just don't know.He had a lot of the symptoms his momma had when she died..I wonder a little if is was some defect passed down.. I will never know but my mind will always wonder.We try and give our goaties the best,best food ,hay and medicine...it is getting.. well ..frustrating .Even The Boy said last night  maybe we are just  not meant to have goats.Nibbles is due in a few weeks ,I almost feel a sense of dread,of what have we done...there is no going back now.She and Doodah are both due in March.I hope and pray things are OK for them and their babies.Everything else we raise here we have done well with.I just can't believe the bad luck we have had with the goats.

In hind sight...being slightly more experienced..we bought Guinness(Murry's mom) and Sweet Pea from the same place...looking back now I would not have bought them from where we did,it was not the best place and I am almost certain she was not honest about some things,Sweet Peas age for sure.Nibbles and Doodah came from very good places , so that gives me hope that all will be well with them. That has been a hard and expensive lesson,but a lesson learned none the less.I count my self less naive,not all goat people are good goat people.

This blog is a journal of sorts ,an honest one, not just the good and successful things that happen but  also the mistakes and heartbreaking failures. I feel like it would be some sort of lie or half truth if I did not write  of how things are really going.When you are basically starting this kind of life from scratch, without a clue except what you read on line and in books,...well...your going to have set backs.I don't think anything is as good as life experience.That is just part of it I know. Will I stop being attached to our animals,no way! Will  be a wiser person,I hope so.

I want to say thank you to all of you who gave me kind words of support and well wishes through this.I know many of you have experienced this already your selves. It is just ..well..so sad.

I will never forget our little Murry Von Furry Pants.I am glad he was with us,even for a short time.I will miss him terribly.