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I spent most of last night and a fair portion of today letting myself grieve the loss of a goat. Shamrock, the goat the vet skillfully tended to, died. I knew that it was a possibility. I was aware of the risk, but wanted to give her every opportunity to survive and thrive, so the vet was called. She was my oldest goat, and frail in her own way. This last stressful episode of being off feed, having a dead baby stuck...