Poor Mo...

Today was a sad day at our house. I woke up to hear one of my goats, Mary, crying pitifully.  I went outside to check on her and knew something was terribly wrong... My normally happy-go-lucky little squirt of a goat was curled up and could barely move...

One of the best parts about working at an animal health and feed store, is the fact that I have quick access to medicines. While a solid conclusion couldn't be reached as to what could possibly be wrong with her, I picked up a bottle of general all-around type meds while at work and took an early lunch break. When I got home, things looked worse than before. I talked to the hubs and my Dad - I knew what I was facing. I've seen it many times before, and I was pretty sure Mary wasn't going to make it... but I wanted to give her any chance I could.. so gave her some medicine anyways and held her for a while.

Before I headed back to work, I took a peek through the cracks between the wood flooring on my porch... (They decided a while back that under the porch was their favorite little hide out.) What I saw completely broke my heart. Mo, my boy goat, had snuggled up against Mary. A few hours after I left, Mary died. Ben said that when he got home from school, Mo was baa-ing at Mary and didn't seem to want to leave her side.

(Mary was still hanging in there and"talking" to me in this picture.)

 

 

 

Now, if only I had quick shot of medicine that could mend Mo's broken heart...