As I often say, we are stewards of the little piece of creation that has been entrusted to us. We take our husbandry duties very seriously on White Flint. But sometimes we fail.
With Moonie, I failed. I was very fond of that little misfit goat, but she was never happy on our farm.
Now, because of the negligence of the one to whom her care was entrusted, Moonie is dead.
And for that, I am very sorry.