With heavy heart I am posting today about our wonderful girl Lillie. Lillie was one of our original four goats we purchased years ago. Last weekend we lost her. So this post is dedicated to her -
She went to sleep at night, and didn't wake up. She wasn't sick. She hadn't suffered. Old age. The day before she was her normal self. First out to greet us at breakfast. Laying in the middle of her hay, eating and enjoying life, that evening to the fence for a head scratch and a request for more food as normal. I have to say to loose one of my Fur kids is horrible. But if we must this is best. They say average life is 8 years normally. She was over nine. Survived a couple of injuries and a bad case of mastitis.
Nicknamed "Pop Eyes" - she had more personality than she knew what to do with. And seriously don't even think of coming on the property with an oatmeal cookie. This girl Knew!
Hubby and I were talking about how many amazing babies we have and have had since getting the original 4 goats. Three girls and our man Frank.
Lillie was the best MOM. So much so that if new Mom's didn't watch she would "borrow" their babies.
Here are photos of her with some of her earlier "kids" - the last few years she had give up having babies and become the grandma who loved to babysit.
We love you dearly Lillie - we miss you terribly. But you live on with all your Kids, Grandkids, and Great-Grandkids. You gave us years of happiness with that goofy grin and those big golden brown eyes.
We now are are keeping a really close eye on Paintbrush. After looking up Lillie's age, we found that Paintbrush is actually a year older and is now near 10 years old. Time flies... Goat world she is our old lady, which happens to be her nick name over the last year or so due to her slow nature and now skinnier and boney rear end. Hope we can last much longer past average with her.
Hope you all have a blessed wonderful week.