We’ve had our first loss on the farm. We had heavy rains yesterday and a cold front that moved in last night, and when Steve went out to do chores this morning he found that our old nanny goat had died in the night. We had moved she and Eli into a new paddock about two weeks ago, and even though she had been seeming more weak and tired than usual, she was also enjoying all the fresh grass. We had some suspicions about her health, especially since she was having more and more trouble getting up from lying down, but even when Steve had to pick her up and carry her into her new digs, we were hopeful that she’d keep bouncing back.
She was an old girl. She’d had painful arthritis in her front legs that made it difficult to walk since long before she came to us. She was weak, and she was tired, and one more wet and chilly night was just too much for her. It’s not a tragedy, but it’s still sad, most of all for poor Eli. She was his buddy, his touchstone, his only companion. We’re worried about how he’ll cope now that he’s out there all alone. Poor guy. Poor Nanny.