I’ve known Victoria wasn’t going to make it through the winter for a while. She’s been coming in for extra feed, but she just isn’t gaining weight. And the few days we were pretty cold at Thanksgiving was horrible for her. So I waited as long as I could, but I just had to have the vet come now.
She is one of a large group of goats I kept. There were eleven of them that year, and she and Casey were the last two left.
She also gave me one of the weirdest injuries I’ve ever seen on a goat–and that’s saying a lot. I still don’t know how she got that chunk of fence through her eyelid, how it didn’t hurt the eye, how she became so infected, and how she eventually healed perfectly. It was crazy.
She was such a beautiful girl and so sweet.
I will miss her.