When the lady Dr said if Lovey didn’t react to the fluids in a certain way, we should euthanize him and I said no, I would take him home and she said that kind thing to do would be to euthanize him……because he would be in pain. All I could think at that moment was…..why don’t they feel that way about humans. Seriously!!! What’s up with that? This has been a question that has troubled me my whole life. They shoot horses and give a shot to cats dogs, etc that ends the animals life in less than 10 seconds, painlessly. Yet we humans are forced to suffer.
On our way to the hospital now but the Doc already called and said the fluids didn’t help any so they’re gonna want us to do the deed. At this point I’m in denial, I’ll be honest. I haven’t even tried reiki on him. On the other hand, with so many people praying and he had no improvement, this might be a case of….it’s his time and he completed his mission. I’ll ponder on just what his mission was, as I go through the day. Dang, we’re here already. Crapola.
Well, Lovey is back in his playpen and we are nearly home. He looked really awful at the hospital but as soon as we got him in the RV, he perked up. We stopped at a picnic area to eat lunch and put Lovey down in the grass. He stood and each time one of us would walk away, Lovey followed. Very slow and wobbly but he followed. As I say on the grass eating, he stood as close as he could get to me then leaned his head on my chest. He stood like that until he finally laid down with his head in my lap just as we were preparing to leave. He’s napping now. We don’t know what to do. We don’t want to let go.
There are people suggesting a necropsy(autopsy), to see if it could be somethin hurting the herd. If I truly 100% believed that my herd was in danger, I would probably do it. Thing is, I personally have a thing against autopsy. Want it tattoo’d on my body….no autopsy. Tell everyone I get close to……no autopsy so there’s no slip ups. But Lovey was born sick, his brother was born healthy. That can happen anytime. Also, it wouldn’t tell us why the copper is so high so to me it’s pointless and against my soul wishes.
This is the last time I blog with Lovey alive. He is passing now. We called the vet when we got home. He had perked up to be with us. He stayed perky till we neared home and then he slid. I carried him over to see Gandhi and the Littles and they all came and sniffed him. Had him in the playpen but it was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get close enough to him so hubby put him in my lap. We are waiting on the Doc. Oh God, he’s here.
It’s done. 5 seconds, in my arms. He was in my arms in my chair for the last hour of his life. Now he is buried along the girls front fence line, but in the garden. Jesse dug the hole and put the dirt back in. Hubby is gathering big rocks so nobody will dig my baby up. Me? I’m just sitting here in the dirt next to him. So beautiful even in death. The kitty’s knew and were climbing all over him after it was done and we had him on the floor to remove the catheter. Finally Wiz curled up with him…..then began to give Lovey a kitten bath….even pulled a piece of hay out for him. Hasn’t hit me yet….. I’m just kinda stunned. Ya, that’s how I feel, stunned.
The baby is buried and hubby and I have been reminiscing about his life. He wanted to remind me that even though he was the littlest, that he was the leader. The other goats followed Lovey when they were out for greenies. And that Lovey started following me more than him….after I fell in love that one night. I will process this eventually, but for now I think I’ll just pretend he’s still here. Get back to shearing, back to regular life on the farm. Thank you all so so much for thinking of us and praying for Lovey. Thank you. Thank you. Signing sadly off at YeeHaw Ranch.