Took the goat food down this morning and my beautiful girl had died in the night. I’m not that surprised because, although she was only ten, she looked very old. She had put on some weight (not enough) and was eating well, but she had a bit of a wheeze for a couple of days, it seemed to have got better then started again last night. I had decided if it was no better this morning, I would call the vet out again but it seems she had decided enough was enough.
Caldi is going to a new home as soon as I can arrange it, and I won’t be a goat keeper any more. I’ve loved the past fifteen or so years of having goats but I just can’t manage them any more.
RIP Pom.