I have to part with my girls.

I have a soft spot for underdogs. I picked up a nanny goat at the sale barn in May. Something about her called to me. I nearly lost her to a heavy wormload and anemia, and had to give several daily medications, including injections, to bring her back. Then she went into labor, and I had to pull two of her four babies. This was my second nanny to ever own, and the last one kidded fine by herself. Luckily I had a lady I met on BYC on call, and she talked me through pushing the kid back in and finding hooves to pull when the doeling tried to be born tail first. Because I went in, I had to give a round of antibiotic injections. Those were painful for the nanny so I had to pin her against the wall and cause her pain in her best interest for 7 straight days. On the second day the fourth baby went limp. I milked the nanny and fed him with a syringe. He continued to decline. So we (a friend who is an ER nurse stopped by to see the fresh babies) gave him two rounds of sub-q fluids, multiple oral and injected vitamins, and tubed fluids. After fighting for him for 7 hours he finally let go. Sometimes the little one just doesn’t make it.

You’ll be amazed at the strength you can find within yourself when there are no other options but death. I have a degree in journalism, but here I am running a camp for my ninth summer, and running my hobby farm, accident free (no injured kids), for four years.

Find a good mentor, and you can accomplish anything you’ve ever feared.
I could not agree more. Very well said. And bless you for loving these animals.
 

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