Tuesday, June 7, 2011
We had to put my goat, Elisa, down yesterday. We knew she had cancer for a few months, but it wasn’t affecting her quality of life, so we just kept an eye on her and tried our best to make her as happy as possible. She was her normal, hyper, happy self on Sunday, but Monday morning she started acting uncomfortable, and by 5 o’clock, we knew it was time.
She was buried by 8:00, and I’m still in a bit of shock.
She was a great goat. She was my 4-H project for a few years before we were both too old to do it. The first day I brought her home, she was scared from being taken away from her mother, so I sang to her and that calmed her down. I took my schoolwork (I was homeschooled) out to the barn everyday for a few weeks. I always did my math with her in my lap.
I held her as the vet put her down, and sang a little song.
Yeah, yeah. She was just an animal. But I don’t care who you are, it’s so sad when a pet dies.
I loved that goat. She was such a sweetheart.