She held on even when her heart was failing. The vets called her caretaker in to say a last goodbye – bets were she would be dead by the next day. But she held on. As soon as her owner arrived she perked up, ate, and pooped. She held on for the next couple of weeks at home, toodling around the paddock, scaring the chickens, playing with her sister. She held on until there was no more hanging on to do. She has moved on now, that silly goat Emma Bird, but I know where to find her by the lilacs.
Emma BirdIn by Fannie on December 10, 2010 at 12:25 am