It’s hard to say goodbye. I went up there yesterday, before
work. I just had to see her again. Out in the sunshine
with her kids. I got a glimmer of hope. I asked Kurt
when he thought Mathilde would leave. And he said that
they were coming to see her around 11 am. And he said
that they hadn’t decided if they were going to buy her
or not. They were coming to look at her. I had to go
to work. All day I was hoping that they would not buy
her. But who could say no to Mathilde? When I got back
to the playground she was gone. Along with Nougat and
Mandela. Nothing to do.

Heart-breaking now to hear 3B and Vanilje baah. And no
Mathilde to respond. No mother. They’re big enough to
handle themselves now, but it’s still such a sad
thought. Poor little goats. Poor little me.

I posted these in my livejournal and in my goat community. And now I will post them here. A selection of pictures of Mathilde. To remember the good times.

The first picture I ever took of her. Back in 2004.

With Magnethe.

Also Katherine made THIS. Beautiful. I’m sorry that I’m a little behind in answering comments and such, but you know I appreciate your words. I love you all.

She’s gone.