An Old Goat

Millie is an old goat.  She is my best friend.  She is my heart and soul.

It pains me to say that the last few days have seen a horrible decline in her health.  She’s growing thin, and her legs don’t want to support her they way they should.

She stumbled last night and again this morning.  I’m deathly afraid she’ll fall when nobody is around and not be able to get back up.

As hard as it is, I made the decision to call the vet to euthanize her this coming Wednesday.  I hope she’ll make it that long because I plan on spending a lot of time with her and feeding her treats and giving her kisses and just being there in these next few days.

Edit:  It seems somehow fitting that with this post, I’ve reached the milestone 2000 posts.