Moon died this afternoon. Our little goatie put up the good fight even with everything stacked against her. I was talking with our good blog friend, AK this afternoon and two hours later, Moon had crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I tell myself that we gave her a good life. I remind myself that she got to enjoy her last couple hours here, that grazing was just the right thing for a little goatie. The damage ravaged upon her little body from her wound and from the White Muscle Disease she came to us with was just too great and in the end, won out. I was holding her as she crossed, so she was not alone and knew she was loved.
My little Moonling, how I will miss you!