She didn’t make it.

She was still alive this morning, although only just. I couldn’t stay with her. I had to drive husband to work. But I patted her and covered her more fully with the rugs and spoke to her.

She was gone when I got back. I wasn’t with her when she died. That feels very bad. We’ve lost several birds over the years, but this was our first 4-legged loss. It always bothers me if they die alone.

Big tough farm girls still cry. Every time.

We dealt with the unpleasant practicalities before supper. There is only moving forward. And learning from it, so that it never happens this way again.

Now, Maggie is alone. Which is bad. So we will need to acquire another goat asap.