12/23/2024
I feel like this year has been one of the absolute worst for me. Both personally and with the rescue. I also feel that my posts ( not stories ) are always bad and for that, I’m sorry because this one is no different.
Friday morning I lost my sweet little Licorice. It was both unexpected and traumatic and all the things in between. She’s only been here for a couple years and was incredibly leary of people when she first arrived. But over the last year has settled in and would even let me pet her and by pet I mean let me scratch her back ☺️ I actually felt very special that she would allow this. She and Tatie became quite the pair and were the perfect size for one another. I know he feels her loss As does Mama. Licorice lived with Mama, Spanky ( who we said goodbye to earlier in the year ) Pinky and Boots. I feel so bad for Mama that she’s lost both her goat friends. Although not alone I know she misses Spanky who was her son and now Licorice.
If I’m being completely honest this year can just f**k right off ( apologies for the F bomb, well kind of ) but truly. I can’t even seem to catch my breath anymore.
I do all I can, more than most any of you know, to take care of these animals. To provide them with all I can and sometimes no matter the best efforts it doesn’t make a difference
I try to put a smile on my face, not cry, not get frustrated, mad, insert whatever but the truth is all of these emotions and whatever else you can think of hit me daily. Always amplified when something happens. I’m hopeful that next year will be better but truthfully that hope seems to dim by the minute.
RIP sweet girl and I’m so very sorry
