Rae was lying dead at the far edge of the dog yard.
I can see how it happened as clearly as if I had been there. The dogs were napping when Rae slid through the fence to go exploring. Joy woke up and chased Rae around until, in a panic, Rae bounced off of the fence and was stunned just long enough for Joy to catch her. Joy snapped at her in excitement, and there was the end.
And so it goes.
Since my hands were already full of death this morning, I grabbed the Round-up bottle and went hunting poison ivy until I stopped crying. Now to shower and go to work as though nothing has happned.
Oh, and to think that Rae was the only baby goat that anyone had expressed interest in buying... she had an interview next week.