So apparently my goat was killed today. My brother came home and found her with a strange dog over her. I don’t know if I’m...sad about it, because she was an evil little being, who was practically a demon (horns included), but she didn’t deserve to go like that, ya know? We’ve had her since we were little, and she was always mean, but it’s kinda surreal. A staple of our childhood and our lives is gone now. We’ve lost other goats before (her kids and their father, actually), but this time feels different. We didn’t have them very long, as opposed to her.
I’m not sure that I’m sad, because due to medical issues, she didn’t have a very fulfilling life (as fulfilling as a goat’s life can be), so she deserved a better quality of life, but...I dunno. It’s gonna be so weird when I go home and don’t see her in her pen, or when I go to feed her and the horse and only have to feed the horse.
I’m sure that you guys don’t really care about this, it’s a weird post to begin with, and it sounds like “redneck problems” or “southern problems” to those of you who don’t know me, but I just feel better after typing this.