Sometimes life stinks

May 27, 2010 by Debbie.

I know it’s been awhile since I posted to the blog, been a rough kind of month. First one of the kindergartners shared viral pneumonia with me - wonder if that qualifies as a benefit on sub-teaching pay? Secondly,  this last week plus has been spent doctoring one of our baby goats, Rose.

Rose didn’t know she was a goat. She thought she was a pig, so she ate like one. But since I was her goat herder/care giver I should have watched her better. I made the fatal mistake of letting the goats out in new pasture on a Sunday. By Tuesday Rose was bloated. She also got butted pretty hard by Sunshine, an older, temperamental doe and we think that caused a contortion of Rose’s belly or her intestine. Yes, I did take her to the vet and even consulted another vet recommended by my vet. Yes, I did everything I could for her, researching via internet and books and vets’ suggestions. Yes, yes, yes, we prayed for her and had others praying as well.

We thought we’d have to take her in on Wed. morning to have her put down as she was looking so bad on Tuesday evening. Wed. morning she was up and looking brighter than she had in over a week. She even showed interest in eating, first time since the bloat.  I was totally surprised to find her dead this morning when I went out to milk and feed.

Hence the title of today’s blog - sometimes life stinks. The only recourse to that statement is God is still faithful. I wanted to find Janet Paschal doing this song but didn’t find it so here’s another singer with the same message -Take These Burdens

We’ve only had 2 other goats die over the 10+ years we’ve had goats,  so it’s unusual and not something we have any desire to get used to. I’m grateful for the health our goats have experienced.

I have a lot of stuff to do here today, mowing, cleaning out the goat stalls, weeding the small gardens we have; things I’ve let go for more than a week to care for Rose. Somehow my heart isn’t in it so instead I’m going out driving in the country for awhile. May even go by Gober cemetery and sit in the porch swing in the pecan tree.  Comfort time.

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