It was horrible but I felt I needed to stay with Rosie till the end. Rick buried her out by the garden and now I have only 3 goats. It’s very sad that there will be no more goats for me in my lifetime.
It was such a pretty day that I couldn’t resist being outdoors and if I’m outdoors there’s always more yard work to do. I’ve never in all the years I’ve lived here been able to do this much cleanup in the fall. Rick even mowed parts of the lawn again chopping leaves as he went.
This is old JB and he’ll probably be the next to go – he looks pretty rough. I never ever thought I needed to write down dates of when I got each animal – I couldn’t imagine not being able to remember and now I can’t. I think we had an employee named Tammy who asked me to take in two kittens. I named the female Tammy and the male JB because he looked like the cat I had called Jack Benny.
Did I get Rosie from a customer/reader? If I did and you’re reading this please leave a comment.
Rosie is running through the fields now with her baby boy Zach who died in a freak accident when he was only 4 months old. This is all just too sad. Life on the farm ain’t all what it’s cracked up to be.