Our lovely vet Peter was tasked with the job of sending both goaties off to the big goatshed in the sky. Always tough for the vets but Peter is a consumate professional and so always handles the situation efficiently and calmly (despite lots of blubbing from myself and David!). He always examines the animal thoroughly first and if he thinks that there is a chance of successful treatment, he will always give us the option to change our mind. Though I have to say, in all our years of goatkeeping, this has happened only once!
First up was our last baby, born to Kitty only a couple of weeks ago.
He always had a lovely smiley face and used to sing to his ladies during the mating season. We always thought it was because he was Welsh!
When he arrived he was quite a handful but he soon settled down and was very happy living with our other male goats.
It was a tough call but after many hours of watching him, we took the really hard decision to say goodbye.
I walked him round into the main barn so that he could see his ladies for one last time and then I held him tight as he slipped away. Quick, painless and dignified.
Ffarwel fy annwyl Macsen.