This is a typical picture of a goat.
Hard to get them to stand still for a picture, you usually end up
with quite a few shots like this.
His name was Tramp.
Sadly he died on Saturday night. He was the last of 6 of our
original goats which we got 12 years ago.
He had a stroke about 3 weeks ago and then went downhill from there.
We will remember him in happier days...
...here with a young, tame rooster we called Sonny, who became pals
with Tramp for a while...
Tom came home Sunday and dug him a resting spot by the barn.
After we wrapped him with a blanket and put some hay and favorite leaves in
with him, we began to shovel in the soil.
Griffin, our dog was standing by the graveside throughout the process and
had inspected Tramp before we put him in the hole.
As Tom and I began to shovel the dirt back into the grave,
Griffin did something so endearing.
He stood at the edge and began to push the dirt in with his nose,
as he does when burying a favorite bone.
I suppose he figured it was his job to help bury Tramp as well.
He worked with us until the pile was gone and then
went back and forth to the barn as if to make sure we were all done.
Our goat that we adopted in the spring, Katie, was quite something
throughout Tramps demise.
He lost his sight and Katie took it upon herself to make sure he was safe.
She became somewhat of a "seeing eye goat".
One day Tramp became stuck in some bushes in the lower field
and Katie made sure to help him find his way back to the barn.
He could follow her bleats and smell.
As much as we love her, we have decided to find a new home for Katie since goats are
a herd animal and it would be cruel to have her all alone.
A very promising home with other goats is on the horizon and
hopefully by the coming weekend she will be living there.
We will take a break from the barn animals for a while
but remember each and every one we have had with great fondness.
(photo courtesy of Aja O'Gorman)