A couple in their 60's, a 1940's army building turned into a 3 bedroom cottage, 2.5 acres, vegetable and herbal gardens, goats, chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, Great Pyrenees, rescue dogs and cats, living as simple and frugal as possible. That is what you will find written about here. Thank you for stopping by. Share anything you like and ask any questions you wish!
For all the sweet, caring, and sincere comments, emails, and messages. It means alot knowing there are others who understand my being upset over losing a goat. Yes, Lester was a goat but he was also so much more. When he got pneumonia a day after he was born I was hoping he would get well quickly and go back to his mom and brother. When his immune system never got stronger and he kept catching colds I knew he would never be with the other goats and would be my little Lester. When he didn't grow even though he ate and drank really well I knew he wouldn't live to be a old goat. When he started getting out of breath when he ran ( for him it was a fast walk) or got tired following me around the house I knew he didn't have a long life ahead. When he just wanted to be held last Friday and wanted me right there with him every minute I knew he knew his time was growing short. I sat and rocked him most of the day. I cuddled him close and tried to talk him into hanging on and being strong so he could make it. When his little heart beat got weaker I knew it was time to say goodbye. I held him close as I rocked him. I whispered stories of the special Hidden Haven animals waiting on the other side of the bridge for him. I whispered to him about a very special lady named Ms. Fran who I knew would be there to watch over him. I sang his special bedtime songs to him. I rocked and cried and told my special friend goodbye. He raised his head, gave me a smile and took his last breath. Lester is buried in a very special spot in my herb garden. Where he napped in the sun or followed me around while I worked. We spent many hours there and now I have a special place to sit in the herb garden to talk to Lester. To tell him stories about the animals here, to tell him how I miss and love him. A place just to sit and enjoy the precious memories of a very special, precious little goat that stole my heart.
This is the last picture taken of Lester 2 days before he died.