Death and dying
Despite having a shitty day to begin with, further affirmation of my mortality came quick to me today.
We have 2 Nubian goats - also known as pygmy goats - just minitaure variants of goats is all; sorta like the little baby goats you'll find at petting zoos. One of our goats had been acting very strangely since last night when he began having screaming fits at what seemed to be the top of his lungs. This morning, he was found on his side, struggling to just stay alive. I poured vegetable oil and water down his throat and tried to get him to walk, but he just wouldn't have it - this goat didn't feel good at all. Despite all my efforts at trying to get him to stand and walk around and live, at about 2:30 today he died. I found his stiff corpse laying stretched-out in his l'il goat house - I promptly bagged him and buried him. RIP Buckwheat the Goat.
I feel sorry for the other one as well - he lost his only friend in this world, and even if we went out and got him a nubile female goat, he's got no... ya know... means for an "end" 
I know this is a corny story about my goat dying, in fact I feel like a tool for even posting it, but it was a pet to me- it's sorta like your puppy dying when it's only 3 months old 
I hate to dig up old memories, but have any of you had any pets or loved-ones die recently?
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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