It was a sad week last week at Cooper Ridge Farm when I had to say goodbye to my herd queen, Hope. She has been with me for almost 16 years. She was born on a cold day in February to a doe who wouldn't accept her. A friend called me and asked if I wanted her. When I picked her up that evening, she was still covered in dried gunk. She had a B-12 shot and a small bit of colostrum. She came home in a cardboard box and was unable to stand up. I put her beside the wood stove and tried several times to get her to suck a goat bottle filled with fresh goat milk but she was just to weak and tired. I went to bed wondering if she would make it through the night.
At 2:00 am, I woke up to a tiny baa from the box. I went downstairs to find her standing up looking for something to eat, and she did!! It was a slow go but she did it. I named her Hope because I hoped she would live. She had a rough start but she was a fighter! She lived in my utility room for a few months until it got warm enough for her to spend time outside.
She has given me many babies and lots of milk through the years. She was my favorite and was still giving my "goat kisses" up until the day she was gone! She will be greatly missed!!