While we’ve been camping, Billy our goat died.
My daughter heard him making some sounds and by the time she got out to him he was dead. As in “He’s dead, Jim”. If you’re a Star Trek fan you know what I’m talking about.
Billy was one of three pigmy goats we got many years ago. The other two have been gone a few years but Billy hung in there. He was the best of the lot. One of them, Rosie, was just plain crazy and you couldn’t turn your back to her or she’d butt your leg and try and break it. Landy, the boy, was sweet but he could get into any yard, however well fenced.
but Billy was the nicest. In the end, he was like a little dog that waited for potato chips or bread.
Two weeks ago I thought he was going out so I called the mobile vet and she came out to put him down. But he ran away, so she said let’s try a pain killer and it did seem to work and he was in much less arthritic pain. So, he had 2 great weeks.
RIP Billy. We’ll miss you.
My daughter though had to dig a hole to put him in and believe me that isn’t easy.So thank you, sweet daughter.