So old William had his last day today. It was time. He was receiving handfuls of pain meds, just
to keep him comfortable. They were destroying his kidneys.
William was given to us unasked for, and remained for 14
years. He never liked me until the last
few months of his life. Perhaps finally
figuring out who fed him. Or maybe the
pain meds made him not care. I don’t
know. He loved Gregg and was truly his
pet. His shenanigans entertaining to
them both I suppose. A boy and his goat.
They were a pair. He was nothing but
love to Gregg. If Gregg was in the pasture working, William was in his back
pocket, six inches from what he was doing. Often picking up and carrying off
his tools.
We tried for a time to let the children show William in 4-H. His crowning achievement being referred to by
a judge as ‘a fine example of a dairy goat.’
But then he bit the judge. And a
kid. And was unceremoniously forevermore banned from the fair. Go figure.
For a long time, Rebekah could only go in the pasture if
she carried a lunge whip. He would give her a hairy eyeball, but leave her
alone. WHAT ANIMAL DOESN’T LOVE REBEKAH?
Even so, she’s been in bed half the day from upset over his loss.
He opened EVERY gate.
EVERY gate. We had to put chains
and hooks on everything. He escaped many
times, and once rang our door bell.
Seriously. He rang our door
bell. We opened the door, he stared at
us, and then took off. He ate my dogwood
tree. He ate my flowers. He knocked me
down. He ran over me. He broke my
glasses. He required a VET to trim his hooves as we didn’t want to die from
exhaustion – or injury. It took THREE of
us to do it. So we paid the vet instead. He attacked the vet – but that didn’t go as
planned. One moment he was in the air, standing
on two hind legs, and the next he was snubbed to the fence with one foot
already trimmed. Afterwards, they had an ‘understanding.’ Our vet always claimed to like him. I dunno.
Will I miss him? I
have to say, “Yes.” Stupid Pill William
made me love him after all. I’m sad to
see him gone. Sad for Gregg he has lost
his pet. In the end, he was a good
boy. I think he had a good life.
Oh, and Gregg – you know that patch of white
on his head? I’m told that’s his hair.
<3