Gloria
Diamond Member
I just got off the phone calling animal control, public works and my veterinarian. I tell them "My goat is dead" and I have to repeat and explain ten times because this is not a normal call for them. I'm really sad but the goat was 14-15 years old and the lady who I found (this morning) and is selling me some kids (baby goats) said that 12 is very, very old for a goat.
It was sad. My Native American Indian friends taught me not to take the dead animal away from the others but to let them see the dead animal so they can accept it better. When my Siamese cat died, we didn't show our other cat the body and she cried and called for him for months. So I let the animals say good-bye. My youngest horse licked her ear and tried to paw her to get up. The other goat looked very sad. The other horses weren't too heart broken. This goat used to eat the tail of my one horse and he couldn't switch away the flies so I guess he's not heart broken.
But..... I hardly cried. I knew I had give this goat a very good life as she was given to me by a breeder because she was too old to breed and then she lived 7 years with me and got fat and had a lot of fun because I would build them things to climb on and they would play "King of the Mountain" and butt each other around.
So my Greta (an Oberhasli) is dead. But.... don't be sad. Here are the new kids. They are not going to be raised for meat or abused and will be coming to live with me shortly. These are pigmy goats and they are babies and so I will laugh and laugh when they play and Helga (my old goat) may have fun playing with them and make her feel young again. Believe it or not, this is helping me deal with the impending death of some very close loved ones. Living on a farm, you see birth and death and it all seems natural.
It was sad. My Native American Indian friends taught me not to take the dead animal away from the others but to let them see the dead animal so they can accept it better. When my Siamese cat died, we didn't show our other cat the body and she cried and called for him for months. So I let the animals say good-bye. My youngest horse licked her ear and tried to paw her to get up. The other goat looked very sad. The other horses weren't too heart broken. This goat used to eat the tail of my one horse and he couldn't switch away the flies so I guess he's not heart broken.
But..... I hardly cried. I knew I had give this goat a very good life as she was given to me by a breeder because she was too old to breed and then she lived 7 years with me and got fat and had a lot of fun because I would build them things to climb on and they would play "King of the Mountain" and butt each other around.
So my Greta (an Oberhasli) is dead. But.... don't be sad. Here are the new kids. They are not going to be raised for meat or abused and will be coming to live with me shortly. These are pigmy goats and they are babies and so I will laugh and laugh when they play and Helga (my old goat) may have fun playing with them and make her feel young again. Believe it or not, this is helping me deal with the impending death of some very close loved ones. Living on a farm, you see birth and death and it all seems natural.