Immediately, I got her out to check her over, took her temperature and sat with her for a while. Her tongue and gums were very white (not a good sign, even in a white goat!) and she was obviously in some distress. Our marvellous vet, Peter, was there within 30 minutes to examine her. It wasn't good. Her heartbeat was very muffled and he was struggling to hear it. Her temperature was lower than normal and her breathing was very shallow. His opinion was that she had some kind of serious condition, such as fluid around the heart or lungs. The prognosis was not good as she had obviously got much worse very quickly during the day.
And so, the painful decision was taken. I held her in my arms as Peter sent her to the big goatshed in the sky. Only 3 years old.