We lost our old man Jack Wednesday. Jack was more dog than goat. His mother died 15 years ago and we rescued him. He was bottle raised in the kitchen of the trailer we lived in while we were building our current home. He was our buddy. Lisa took him everywhere when he was young. He rode in the front seat of the truck and got quite a reception at the fast food drive through windows. “Is THAT A GOAT?” lol He liked frenchfries.

Relaxing on the couch.

Sharing a bottle with another rescue, Sybil the cat.

Playing on the couch with Sybil.

Yes, that is a pacifier.

Bittsy, Jack, Lizzy,Timmy and Anny in front. We lost Lizzy last week. She got sick and we couldn’t get her to bounce back.

Buffy, on the right is the last of our original 5 goats. She is still getting around pretty good but age has her slowing down more and more. I’m dreading the day I have to talk about loosing her but I know it’s coming.

RIP Jack