Sancho is dead. I came home to find him down in the pasture, disoriented and in terrible pain. I threw all the other boys into the barnyard to give Sancho some space, called the vet, heated a towel and grabbed the big red goat-coat for Sancho, then sat with him in the moonlight, keeping him company and talking quietly to him. The vet came out and
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