Eyebrows. This little goat was a sweetheart. Each time I would pick him up he would lay his head on my shoulder, and snuggle in as close as he could get. We had a few close calls with Eyebrows when we first got him and his brothers back in March, but each time we thought we would be saying goodbye the little fellow pulled through. This time however, was different.
My husband is wonderful man, and even though he probably did not want to spend the money, he took Eyebrows to the vet the next day to get him checked out. An x-ray showed that nothing was broken, but that there was some inflammation at two spots on his spine. The vet gave us some steroid injections to give Eyebrows over the next few days, and told us to give him some time.
Unfortunately, a couple of days ago, Eyebrows started baaaing like he was in pain. I tried everything I could for him, but while I was doing my daughter‘s hair before school he passed away. I asked my son to check on Eyebrows since he had gotten quiet; RJ called me over, and with tears in his eyes asked if Eyebrows had died. My children are used to animals dying since we have so many of them, but each time we lose one it is still so difficult. My sweet boy, with his huge heart, hugged me close and cried into my shoulder.
Shannon buried Eyebrows out by the goat pen and we will have a proper service for him over the weekend. This was the sweetest, little goat, and he will be missed.