I am fighting depression again. Or is depression fighting me? Or are you a cliff, Cliff?<\/p>\n
The general sense of drowning persists. I guess there’s not much to do apart from swimming on and hoping to reach the shore. The doctor at the anxiety clinic recommended upping the dosage of my meds if I felt they weren’t working for me. And I feel they aren’t working for me. Guess I should talk to my doc about it.<\/p>\n
Kurt was back from vacation today. I talked to him about Springbok and 3B. If it was true that they were going to be slaughtered. Slaughtered. It doesn’t sound right. But it is the right term, right? It sounds like you round them up and fire machine guns at them until there is nothing left but blood. It sounds brutal and evil. But anyway. It is true. However, they are trying to avoid it. They are trying to find someone who’ll buy them instead. Kurt said they had about a couple of months to do it. They’ll place ads in the paper. They’ll look. But if no buyers are found then there’s nothing else to do. Problem is that bucks are not very popular. They are big stinkers. Literally. They smell. And they are more aggressive\/territorial or whatever. So there’s not a good chance, really. He said that I could keep a lookout too. I definitely will. Although I don’t think there’s a big chance that I’ll run across someone who’s looking to buy a goat or two. Anyone out there know anyone? I wish I could buy them myself. But I’m not allowed to have animals here. And even if I was to defy that then it would be cruel to keep them all alone in a little back yard like that, I don’t think it would be right to do that when they’re used to the open spaces and animals of the playground.<\/p>\n
That is the only positive thing in all this. If they are sold for meat. They have had a nice life. I can’t think of a better life for a goat. Running around, playing, being loved and adored by children as well as adults. Having a crazy, old Plume visiting them daily. I think most goats who are bred for meat will be lucky just to have some nice outside space. I doubt professional meat breeders have an environment like the playground for their goats. So I can take a little comfort in that. But it’s just rough, when you get so attached to them emotionally. In a way it’s my own fault for getting so attached. But it’s not like I had a choice. I knew from the start that there was no way they could keep 9 goats there. Some would have to leave. But that doesn’t make it easier.<\/p>\n
I don’t suspect any shady business going on though. Luis and Katherine mentioned that in comments. I’m quite sure that there’s nothing suspect about it. It’s simply a matter of them not having space and resources for so many goats. Last season Magnethe was the only one born, so they could keep her. And that wasn’t even a given. I clearly remember a little girl begging Kurt “do we get to keep her, please, please, please”. And they did keep her. But this year there were 6 kids plus the three adults. That’s just more than they can handle so they had to get rid of some. And they try their best to sell them to other playgrounds (like Natal) or to places where they’re used for milk and breeding. Slaughtering is the last option.<\/p>\n
Not that it makes me feel happy about it. Not that it makes it anymore bearable.<\/p>\n
Let’s just hope and pray that a buyer will be found.<\/p>\n
And if there are any crazy millionaires reading this, now is the time to buy me a farm in the country.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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