This morning, I went out to feed the goats and everybody came out to eat except Dora. She was a doeling when I got her four years ago after all my original goats had passed away. She was aDORAble, hence her name. She was a miniature and part fainter, totally beautiful and sweet.
I found her in the goat house, with her head twisted behind her. I suspect Jack, one of the wethers who likes to hit her and make her fall down. I grabbed a garbage bag and was bringing her inside the house to put her in the freezer. She was still warm, but there was no visible breathing movement.
As I got her to the kitchen door, an ear twitched and I checked for a blink reflex. Thank God I didn't put her in the freezer still alive. But I knew she was in really bad shape. The vet was here in less than an hour --which is pretty good for a rural call. She agreed that Dora's heartbeat and breathing made it unlikely she would recover, and my sweet little girl was relieved of her suffering.
I am heartbroken.
I found her in the goat house, with her head twisted behind her. I suspect Jack, one of the wethers who likes to hit her and make her fall down. I grabbed a garbage bag and was bringing her inside the house to put her in the freezer. She was still warm, but there was no visible breathing movement.
As I got her to the kitchen door, an ear twitched and I checked for a blink reflex. Thank God I didn't put her in the freezer still alive. But I knew she was in really bad shape. The vet was here in less than an hour --which is pretty good for a rural call. She agreed that Dora's heartbeat and breathing made it unlikely she would recover, and my sweet little girl was relieved of her suffering.
I am heartbroken.
I am so very sorry for your loss.
