All's well that ends well
Well, I've just been informed that the invalid arthritic goat has been taken off our hands for good. Huzzah!
Apparently there is such a thing in the world as distressed goat rescue. I knew rescue organizations existed for unwanted dogs and cats and such, but who on earth does goat rescue? And odder still, who funds it? Are there wealthy goat-lovers out there whose generous donations are supporting this guy's goat rescue operation? Inquiring minds want to know.
But I digress. Mr. Goat, aka Mr. Crowley, I might have mentioned developed arthritis a few weeks ago and has basically been unable to stand or walk or generally pursue his natural goatish ways since then. We've been nursing him along in a garden shed, changing his bedding, bringing him food and water and medicine and stuff. It's kind of a lot of work to go through for a goddamned goat; they're supposed to be livestock here, not pets. But what are you supposed to do? We felt obligated to try and take care of him even though it was getting to be a pretty serious pain in the ass. I'm really glad dionysusdevotee found this goat rescue person, because otherwise the looming alternative was going to be shooting him in the head. Which would have sucked monstrously. It's not his fault he's a livetock animal that's no longer productive. Other than being useless, bedridden and slightly pathetic, he's a friendly creature that likes being alive as much as I do, and it would have been really hard to just kill him. I might even miss him a little. Because he was big and leggy and black and managed to be slightly creepy and yet goofy at the same time, with his big black naked-looking head and square-pupiled, goaty eyes. Anyway, I'm glad he's gone but not that way. The best possible outcome really, given the circumstances.
Apparently there is such a thing in the world as distressed goat rescue. I knew rescue organizations existed for unwanted dogs and cats and such, but who on earth does goat rescue? And odder still, who funds it? Are there wealthy goat-lovers out there whose generous donations are supporting this guy's goat rescue operation? Inquiring minds want to know.
But I digress. Mr. Goat, aka Mr. Crowley, I might have mentioned developed arthritis a few weeks ago and has basically been unable to stand or walk or generally pursue his natural goatish ways since then. We've been nursing him along in a garden shed, changing his bedding, bringing him food and water and medicine and stuff. It's kind of a lot of work to go through for a goddamned goat; they're supposed to be livestock here, not pets. But what are you supposed to do? We felt obligated to try and take care of him even though it was getting to be a pretty serious pain in the ass. I'm really glad dionysusdevotee found this goat rescue person, because otherwise the looming alternative was going to be shooting him in the head. Which would have sucked monstrously. It's not his fault he's a livetock animal that's no longer productive. Other than being useless, bedridden and slightly pathetic, he's a friendly creature that likes being alive as much as I do, and it would have been really hard to just kill him. I might even miss him a little. Because he was big and leggy and black and managed to be slightly creepy and yet goofy at the same time, with his big black naked-looking head and square-pupiled, goaty eyes. Anyway, I'm glad he's gone but not that way. The best possible outcome really, given the circumstances.