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Goats, gripes, and grasping for greatness
RIP, Summer-goat 
30th-Mar-2015 08:26 pm
Summer
Summer was an out-of-season child, born on the last day of June, 2002, to a small herd of mixed registered and commercial white Angoras in Lexington VA. She was #48, and her mother was Penny, but her father was "fence broke." I purchased her as a kid on November 3rd because I was desperate for my first Angora, and I wanted a kid, no matter how odd or awkward it would be having her in the wrong season. We drove all the way to pick her up, and brought her home in the back of the RAV4.

Summer was a scratch-n-dent goat from the start. While she had a lovely fleece, she never grew very big or was very healthy. She failed at having a kid three times, with the third time resulting in a $400 case of mastitis. She was breaking my heart every time, so we stopped letting her breed. December of 2012, she shattered a horn during shearing, which was trauma and drama and hollering and blood everywhere, and required bolt-cutters to straighten out the break before I could get wound-stop on it. And still I loved her.

While April taught me how to be a goat-mom, and Patty taught me what I don't want in a goat, Summer was the one who stole my heart and guaranteed me as an Angora owner. She was a pretty baby (to me) and one of my worst-photographed memories is of Dad feeding her French fries on a brisk winter day. She almost never walked, but always trotted with a jaunty bounce, even when she was old enough to be ponderous. She never socialized with the other goats, and was almost llama-like in her scorn of doing what everyone else did. She chose to come or not like a cat, and hung out with me when the others wandered off. She knew her name to the last, and heard me say it. (The vet was here to help.)

Solevento Farm's Summer
6/31/02 - 3/30/15
A lasting memory


Here's Summer at four years old:

Summer 8-14-06

Here is Summer from last week (3/15/2015)
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Comments 
31st-Mar-2015 12:46 am (UTC)
I'm sorry - thank you for sharing her story.
31st-Mar-2015 12:50 am (UTC)
Thank you for the sympathy. She was a unique goat, to be sure.

Unfortunately, 'tis the season. Cookie was a surprise, but Jared was not. I expect to lose Jessie and Sancho this year, too.
31st-Mar-2015 01:07 am (UTC)
I'm sorry.

The respect you have for your animals really shows through in how you write about them.
31st-Mar-2015 12:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the lovely compliment.
31st-Mar-2015 01:38 am (UTC)
She was a sweet and strange creature. I remember meeting her.
1st-Apr-2015 07:23 pm (UTC)
That's a great way to describe her. Maybe I should change her rock. "Sweet, Strange, Memorable."
31st-Mar-2015 01:41 am (UTC)
*hugs*
1st-Apr-2015 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thanks.
31st-Mar-2015 02:30 am (UTC)
So sorry for your loss. It sounds like she had a good life with you.
1st-Apr-2015 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the sympathies. I hope so...
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1st-Apr-2015 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I can certainly hope so.
31st-Mar-2015 10:36 am (UTC)
As others have said, a beautiful story and your care shines through in the tales you tell.
31st-Mar-2015 12:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks. We all must bear witness in our own way...
31st-Mar-2015 12:57 pm (UTC)
I am very sorry for you loss.
1st-Apr-2015 07:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the sympathies. I know you understand.
31st-Mar-2015 01:12 pm (UTC)
She looks like a lovely goat. I'm sorry for your loss.
1st-Apr-2015 07:25 pm (UTC)
"Lovely" might not be true, but "loved" certainly was.
31st-Mar-2015 02:31 pm (UTC)
Very sorry for you loss and echo the thank you of sharing her story
1st-Apr-2015 07:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm glad that there are people to read it. A memory shared is a memory preserved.
31st-Mar-2015 03:35 pm (UTC)
Hugs. I know this is rough. Even if expected. Call if you need anything.
1st-Apr-2015 07:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I appreciate it.
31st-Mar-2015 04:25 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry. You've written a beautiful and loving tribute for this dear animal.
1st-Apr-2015 07:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the sympathy and the complement.
31st-Mar-2015 05:45 pm (UTC)
It's the ones that grab you, that make you feel "oh, that's why I am doing this, why I am putting so much work and effort into these critters" that are important. They may not be the least trouble, or the best at making new critters, but you love them deeply because they are paragons of their species, and they leave tracks all over your heart. I'm sorry that Summer has passed on, but I'm so happy you had her to love.
31st-Mar-2015 06:20 pm (UTC)
they leave tracks all over your heart

Yes, they do. And for all that I have nothing of her line to carry on, I have everything she has taught me and everything she's done to remember.
31st-Mar-2015 05:58 pm (UTC)
*hugs*

I've only had contact with your goats for the latter part of Summer's life, but even w/o the duration of contact, she sticks out in my memory (and not just because of the broken horn). As I think you would be hard pressed to find a tribe of goats better loved and cared for, I hope you take solace in the thought of the good life she had.

1st-Apr-2015 07:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the compliment. Given your exposure to both the reality and my ideal, I appreciate your informed opinion.

And yes, I do try.
1st-Apr-2015 07:05 pm (UTC)
It sounds like you were lucky to have each other. I'm sorry for your loss.
1st-Apr-2015 07:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I like to think so.
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