Last night my newest baby goat died. She was just shy of a week old. I had been bottle feeding her to help supplement, but I think she was premature and possibly had something wrong with her internally.
Thankfully my soon to be ex hubby was there with me and she died in my arms in the kitchen. He buried her today up on the hill. I hadn’t really named her, but my dad was calling her Hershey.
RIP sweet baby Hershey.
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