In Memorium
8 years ago, a lovely little goat came into my life. She was mostly light brown with white spots, rather like a fawn. I named her Sugar Cube.
Sugar was a lady. She lived up to her name in every way possible and then some - you never met anyone, human or otherwise, who was this sweet. If she could talk, she never would have had a bad word to say about anybody. I felt so guilty after every semester when I would come back and she would look at me, clearly wondering where I'd been and why I'd left her for so long. But she always forgave me, and gave me as much of a hug as she was capable of.
And now she's dead, of one of the stupidest causes I can think of: bloat. The goats got out when we weren't here on Sunday, and she must have eaten something bad for her. Stronger goats would have been fine, but Sugar was always delicate, and it was too much for her.
Honestly, I think I'm more upset about how she died than I am about the fact that she's dead. She deserved better. I can deal with the inevitability of death, but I feel so badly that she was in a great deal of pain and died of something that probably could have been prevented or dealt with better.
I'm thinking that it would be nice to plant a sugar maple over her grave. I miss her already.
Sugar was a lady. She lived up to her name in every way possible and then some - you never met anyone, human or otherwise, who was this sweet. If she could talk, she never would have had a bad word to say about anybody. I felt so guilty after every semester when I would come back and she would look at me, clearly wondering where I'd been and why I'd left her for so long. But she always forgave me, and gave me as much of a hug as she was capable of.
And now she's dead, of one of the stupidest causes I can think of: bloat. The goats got out when we weren't here on Sunday, and she must have eaten something bad for her. Stronger goats would have been fine, but Sugar was always delicate, and it was too much for her.
Honestly, I think I'm more upset about how she died than I am about the fact that she's dead. She deserved better. I can deal with the inevitability of death, but I feel so badly that she was in a great deal of pain and died of something that probably could have been prevented or dealt with better.
I'm thinking that it would be nice to plant a sugar maple over her grave. I miss her already.