Oh, Brownie, my "show pony", my silly goat with the crooked smile and horns that grew in all directions. I will miss you and always see you standing in the goat house waiting for attention and some peanuts.
The vet came Wednesday and put Brownie to sleep forever. He kept falling and couldn't get himself up anymore. He was loosing weight and very weak. It was time for him to leave us.
It's been a very hard week... so I will just leave you with some photos, and some memories, from the day we picked him up at the goat farm.
He was a most handsome goat.
With bright eyes and a little smile.
He was "show' goat quality and knew it.
We had four Nubian wethers. Brownie was always smiling for the camera.
Then, his horns kept growing back. We had them cut back many times, until we finally just let them grow. He was proud of these horns. The other goats were envious.
Bart comforted Brownie when he had to have them cut off because they were growing in the wrong directions.
But when
the accident happen, Bart and Freckles started picking on Brownie. At first they were OK and seemed concerned, but then they started knocking him around and wouldn't leave him alone. Because of this abuse, we gave them to another farm. After that Brownie and Murphy became good friends and Murphy kind of took Brownie under his care.
They were buddies. and Brownie loved his Murph'. He followed Murphy everywhere.
We lost Murphy to urinary stones on Memorial Day and I think that Brownie started going down hill from that day.He lost weight and then, worse, he kept falling and getting stuck in the fence. He couldn't get up. We would help him and, for a while, he would stay on his feet. But, this didn't last and he would fall again.
Memories...They could be wild things when they were young.
Almost magical...
I miss all of this goat activity.
The goat run, their house and the pasture lay empty now. It's filled with sadness down there.
Brownie was the last.
Goodbye, sweet goat.
