It just doesn’t seem the same around here. Our good dog, friend and fellow goatherd Joey has passed away.
It happened a couple of weeks ago. I’d noticed that he appeared to be unusually sluggish for a couple of mornings, but (having heard him barking during the night) I just assumed he was tired. But on Sunday morning he had little energy and I knew he was sick. I was still hoping it wasn’t anything serious. But within a few hours he was gone.
Joey walked over the waterer and laid down. All around him were the goats he’s protected for years, on a day we had lots of kids being born. He died comfortably, among his friends.
He will be greatly missed.