We lost Sage today. Two days ago, she was the picture of health. Yesterday morning, she had bloody scours and was off her feed and listless. We treated her aggressively for coccidiosis and enterotoxemia, and tubed electrolytes every few hours, but she went downhill very fast. She died in 24 hours.
She was one of our first and most beloved does. I always loved her personality. Loving, yet not pushy. She was one of the goats that hummed when she was happy and just made you smile every time you looked at her. She was a Nubian cross and had crazy half floppy ears that fit her perfectly. Sage was such a wonderful mother, not only to her many kids, but to other doe’s kids too. She would hang out with them and babysit while the other does were out grazing. She would even let the other kids nurse on her. But Sage’s mothering was not limited to goat kids, she extended her loving influence to the people kind as well. She was the one to teach the littlest children showmanship and they always got a kiss out of the deal too. Because Sage was such a big girl, she could give goat back rides to little children when they visited our farm. She and a little girl named Evangeline made an especially strong connection. Evangeline thought she was in heaven sitting on that goat’s back! Sage was a hero in the eyes of the little children. I loved Sage. She was the first goat that I showed in 4-H. I am so thankful to God for the time we had together. We had hoped to have many more years with Sage, but instead of dwelling on the time we did not have, I rejoice in the time we did. Sage’s life, though cut short, was by no means wasted. Goodbye dear friend Sage.
The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.