The downside to taking in sick or unwanted animals is that not all of them make it.

We were given a baby goat whose back legs weren't working correctly, and her mother stopped feeding her. Although she seemed strong and seemed relatively unbotheted I was conflicted and worried about quality of life.

Unfortunately she made the decision easier for me and passed last night. She had a couple months of baby sheep friends and us.

I suppose it's better than nothing.

I don't think I'm cut out for the emotional toll the last seven or so years has been on me. It never doesn't hurt. No matter how many layers of misappropriated sadness as frustration I put up.