Rocco, King Supreme Billy Goat, died on Monday. After a brutally quick parasite infestation. He was lethargic and not eating on a Sunday, at the vet on Monday and died just a few hours after that. I was with him the whole time, he died with his head in my lap, and I buried him under his favorite tree. The worst part is that I had this unrealistic vision of my current little goat family just being with me until the end of time. Silly me.
This does leave me in search of a new buck. (Intact boy goat) (Not castrated) Ugh. Rocco wasn’t easy to find, another guy won’t be any easier. I wonder if I’ll even like another one as much. I have to. A buck is a pretty important piece of the “Baby Goats in the Spring” puzzle.
Rocco, you are sorely missed.