Not a hard day at work. Just that today is/was the day to put down Maggie and Sage. The hard part started last night.
It was the last time that I will come home in the dark to them and hear them calling for me letting me know that it's been hours, over 1000 hours since they have been feed last, and hurry up woman, give us grain NOW!
This morning, while I was in the kitchen getting my lunch ready, they were calling me. The morning call is different as they can tell I'm in the house. It's more of a "hurry up grain lady with the bad morning hair and feed us, it's been 10 hours since we had grain, we are starving!"
While milking Maggie this morning I started crying. I felt like such a traitor, here I am milking her, giving her treats knowing that she doesn't have much longer. Maggie was the first goat that I ever really milked, and it was Maggie's first time to be milked. We both learned a lot. It went from dreading to milking her to laying my head against her flank and listening to her while milking. I would try and warm my hand up as she did not like icy cold hands on her teats. Not that I can blame her!
Even though I know it's the right thing to do, it doesn't make it any easier.
23 hours ago