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| December 1995 - February 2000 |
| Pepper was the lead doe in my herd. She passed away from acute acidosis on February 11, 2000 at 10:00 PM. She left a legacy of five grown babies behind, as well as a set of 4 week old twins and a heart-broken owner. She will be sorely missed by all... |
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| In July of 2000, Pepper's oldest son, Pete, was killed in an attack by wild dogs. He was living with his brother, Repeat, and two other wethers at a friend's house. May he rest in peace in those same green fields that his mother roams. |
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| In the summer of 2001, we gave Pepper's last grown set of twins to a friend. Tragically, they were also attacked by dogs. One survived, but one did not. This block is in memory of Fred. Heaven is full of Doritos old boy... |
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| In October of 2002, we lost our first friend, Scooter. Scooter was the reason all of the other goats came along, and life is just not the same without him. This block is in memory of Scooter, who loved French Fries and Gummie Bears. |
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| We have since lost many more friends. In memory of: |
| Jamaall, the big ole billy. |
| Nilly, the last of the original kids. |
| Lucky, the best baby-sitter nanny in the world. |
| Kody, the best Corgi God I've ever known |
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| Jesse, my very first horse. |
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| Please click here to share my memories... |
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| Give them pastures tall and green, |
| With lots of clover, oh so thick. |
| And give them lots of goat feed |
| And blocks of salt to lick. |
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| Make sure that someone rubs each head, |
| And they scratch each each cheek. |
| And tell them not to let them forget, |
| How special they were to me. |
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| Author unknown - modified by me... |
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| Rainbow Bridge |
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| Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable. |
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| All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind. |
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| They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, she breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you stand together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. Your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. |
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| Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together... |
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| *Author Unknown* |
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| When I pass |
| let it be somewhere familiar, |
| somewhere I love, |
| where I've seen the days come and go, |
| warmed myself in the sun, |
| and dozed content in the moon. |
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| Let it be with someone familiar, |
| with someone I love, |
| with you; |
| who knows my heartbeat as I know theirs, |
| with whom I've shared a summer afternoon |
| or a winter's twilight |
| or a wild, sweet spring sunrise. |
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| Touch me as you always have, |
| recall times and places and joys. |
| Call me by the old loving names |
| with a lift in your voice and a smile on your face. |
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| Lead me where we've walked happily together, |
| head to head and heart to heart as we always walked, |
| then kiss me, and let me go. |
| Some other when and where, we'll find each other again. |
| You'll come down the path once more, |
| and I'll be waiting at the gate, as ever. |
| --Author unknown |
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| At Play in the Meadows of the Lord |
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| Do not stand at my grave and weep; |
| I am not there, I do not sleep. |
| I am a thousand winds that blow. |
| I am the diamond glints on snow. |
| I am the sunlight on ripened grain. |
| I am the gentle autumn rain. |
| When you awaken in the morning's hush |
| I am the swift uplifting rush |
| Of quiet birds in circled flight. |
| I am the soft stars that shine at night. |
| Do not stand at my grave and cry; |
| I am not there, I did not die. |
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| - - Anonymous |
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| Click on the weeping flower to return to the main goat page. |
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