Our most beloved adopted goat has passed on into the endless salad days of heaven. When we returned from our trip to Singapore we were shocked to see Bo had broken her back leg and was barely able to walk. She stayed around our house all day and night, unable to forage, and we fed and comforted her through her last days, until she died at lunchtime on my birthday.
Bo was a dear friend. Clever, inquisitive and a gentle mother. I really miss her.
That bums me out. Was it Bo's kid that I helped out of the pit? My heart goes out to the Diddlys and Castaways.
ReplyDeleteI have shed a tear for Bo and for her human loved ones.
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