The OLD GOAT

      

       We found each other and she selected me to go home with her.
     It happened like this. I was checking out a auction ive never been 
     to... and I went in the goat pen to look at them. There was this
     big nubian doe I was kinda intrested in so I scratched her head
     and from that moment she wouldnt leave me along. I guess it was
     love at first scratch. She even remembered me after I thought about
     it and went back in. She singled me out over the others in the
     pen and came to me....

       So you see I had no choice except to buy her.

          

       She was old...   all she seemed to want was food and a warm place
     to lay..... and someone who cares. She was company for my horse 
     (and me) for many years. This perhaps is all that is relly
     important to any of us... in the end


       But all things come to an end. Being at an age when she had no
     teeth and could bearly walk... she died fall of 1998.