Ivy (right) with Willow and Brigette.
We may never know what happened to Ivy. The vet thinks it might have been a twisted bowel, but says even a postmortem exam would probably be inconclusive.
Our friend Traci brought a Bobcat over today and dug a hole for us. Then we said goodbye to Ivy. She rests in our back yard, next to Wind.
Our goats are part of the family, and it hurts to lose one. But as Traci filled in the hole, I realized that this is also a reminder of the cycle of which we are all part: from dust we come, and to dust we shall return. It’s how we live in between that matters.
