October 26, 2001 was the Friday night of Quilt Market in Houston and we were home. It was 17 degrees that night and Mom and her sister, Marlys, were here for supper. During the evening our dog Carly barked and barked at something by the barn and I ignored it. Rick had gone to Eric’s football game and returned home cold and ready for bed. I went to bed about 11:30 and started thinking about why Carly had been barking by the barn so I got up, put on my coat and walked down there. I found one of my goats named Jill with a black and white baby goat! I didn’t even know she was pregnant! While I was moving those 2 into the warm barn, I heard a weak cry outside and with flashlight in hand, I found a tiny black baby goat, very wet and cold and struggling to propel itself through the loose dirt. I scooped her into my arms and ran upstairs to show Rick. He insisted I put the baby back in the barn with its mother which I did. I was up at 5 am to check on the babies and when I stepped into the pen, the little one was not there. I looked and looked and finally found her curled up inside a cement block. I brought her out and Jill tried to hurt her and that was that. Little Susannah came to the house with me and didn’t return to the barn for 18 months. I fed her with a bottle and paper trained her. She had a large crate in my sewing room and I was her mother. At birth she weighed 1.9 lbs. and her sister, Sally, weighed over 5 lbs. leading us to believe Little Susannah would never make it. But she did and she just celebrated her 12th birthday last week with a bag of Doritos. You may remember her twin Sally died while we were at the Country Living Fair in September.
My twelve years with Susannah has been very special and my love for her is huge. She can be very naughty to everyone except me but I could write books about her adventures. We are growing old together.