The week has been grand, almost every single day I got to enjoy some quality time with people I don’t often get to see. Some days even more than one person! It could have been a perfect week.
Before I get to the sad stuff, if you’re looking for more fun happy stuff – check out our facebook page for the videos of our Kid-ergarten!! www.facebook.com/littlebrownfarm
This week we’ve also had a LOT of babies (so far 16 kids on the farm!).
Sadly, one of the babies born 2 days ago wasn’t well at birth. He was born with the same condition as a doe kid born last year. We called it ‘jelly belly’ but the technical name of the condition escapes me now. In rare cases the kid can pull through, but it is nearly always fatal. They can’t absorb nutrients. Last year we were able to keep her alive for 10 days, we kept thinking she was turning a corner. This year we weren’t even able to get our hopes up. We tried. and tried. and tried. He never turned a corner (at least not a the corner we hoped).
Tonight it was clear he was not going to improve.
We had tried our hardest, with out best knowledge and skills available. It was time to let go. We were able to provide him with some pain relief and continued to hold him. Just over two hours of snuggling in my arms and he peacefully drew his last breath. I know we did what we could, but it still breaks my heart.
It doesn’t matter what he was destined for, whether he would have been a pet, a breeding buck or a meat wether. He was a life. A life worth fighting for. And a loss felt.
Some breeders have different opinions, I often say there are as many different opinions about raising goats as there are people that raise them. I know of people that dispatch (yes, kill) their male goats at birth to avoid the expense of raising them and hardship of finding homes for them. This is not the correct way for us.
Clearly we don’t run our farm the most cost-effective way. We run our farm in alignment with our principles… often not to our financial benefit.
But our goats love us for it and for tonight that is what I can hold onto, and THAT is enough for me.
Thanks for letting me share, even with a heavy heart.