{"id":1619,"date":"2015-05-03T22:06:45","date_gmt":"2015-05-03T21:06:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1619"},"modified":"2015-05-03T22:06:45","modified_gmt":"2015-05-03T21:06:45","slug":"kamel-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1619","title":{"rendered":"Kamel"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s been a bad weekend. I will copy my Facebook post:
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\nI have some very. very bad news. And I know some of you will be as heartbroken as I am right now. Kamel is dead. It comes as a total shock. I just, I don’t even know what to say. It’s so sad. I went there this morning and Alice came to see me before I could open up and go inside. She told me. She had found Kamel. lying peacefully on the floor, no visible signs of anything wrong. But she was dead. I don’t know what happened. She was an old goat. She was sick last year, maybe that weakened her. The others did push her around a bit, but I think she was plenty well fed and I didn’t see anything out of the usual Thursday when I saw her last. I talked to Aase who came by and Bodil on the phone. They both seemed to think that she probably died peacefully of old age, in her sleep. I hope so. It’s just hard to accept. And understand. I staggered home, thinking I might just fall over. Now I can’t stop crying when I think about her. I don’t know what to do with myself. I really loved her. I know a lot of people did A lot of people felt she was special. Lots of kids said she was their favourite because she was so calm and fuzzy and friendly. And lots of people on Facebook have told me she’s their favourite. Her sweetness just comes across, even through the screen. I can’t believe I’m never going to sit in the sun with her and listen to her purr-snoring again. She’ll never come over and stick out her hoof for me to scratch. She’ll never look up at me with that toothy smile again or rub her head against me. Never look at me with that “Can we go to the food place?” look. When she was sick last year we bonded even more and when I was trying to get her to eat I’d take her to the food place in the morning. And letting her out of the pen on Saturdays so she could get a head starts with the food buckets inside. She’d look at me whenever I went close to the gate, to see if I was going to let her out. Ugh it kills me. She was so sweet and gentle compared to the others. When she wanted to chase one of the younger goats away from the food she was never growling or headbutting. She would do that thing that almost looked like she was kissing their cheek. Gently nudging them. Which of course never scared anyone away so she had to keep doing it. She rarely butted heads, and usually only if the other goat started it. The only thing that could get her running, if you could call it that, was food. I’m going to miss her so damn much. I can’t even believe it. It’s painful.
\nI’m so sorry, Kamel. I hope you’re in a good place now, where the peanuts are plentiful. And I hope you knew how loved you were. I tried to make you feel it.
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\nSo there. Really, really sad. I’ve gotten so many comments on Facebook about it. Everyone sweet and supportive. A lot of people say Kamel was their favourite. She was just sweet and lovable.<\/p>\n

And I can’t write more now. So let’s take the pictures from this week.<\/p>\n

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And videos since last.<\/p>\n