On Saturday, I lost one of my dearest friends, Sequoia. He was part of the original three goats that started me out on this wonderful farm journey. He was 13 years old and was very frail in the last few weeks of his life. I pampered him and babied him and I know he had the best life possible here. My heart is so sad but also so grateful for the good times, laughs, and companionship he provided.
One winter, my son made a snow goat for Sequoia!
After a Spring shearing
In his own little "puppy" house that Ken built just for him
He was big and strong and loved to play. He loved apples and frosted mini-wheats and knew how to shake hands. He always wanted to be the first goat to be sheared and one year, when we didn't choose him first, he pried the boards off of the gate with his big, thick horns. (Yes, that's true...just ask my husband. He had to fix the gate!)
Oh, how these woolly kids get wrapped around my heart!