Sancho is dead. I came home to find him down in the pasture, disoriented and in terrible pain. I threw all the other boys into the barnyard to give Sancho some space, called the vet, heated a towel and grabbed the big red goat-coat for Sancho, then sat with him in the moonlight, keeping him company and talking quietly to him. The vet came out and helped me send Sancho on to the endless pastures. I hope Jared is waiting for him.
February 8, 2012 - December 8, 2016
The big cheese.
Goodbye, Sancho. Thanks a lot for being our reliable, frat-house nutcase.
I'll miss you.
Sancho was taller than his mother by the time he was two years old. That's baby Summer goat in the background.
This picture was taken fall of 2014, with Ari (left) and Richie.