Here is the story. Three years ago Luna, my first and all-time favorite goat, had twin kids, a boy and a girl. I sold them both, but thought long and hard before selling the doeling. She was a pretty thing, and I knew she might be Luna's last kid. But, I was trying to be a very good farmer, and knowing that Luna had never been a very healthy goat, I decided not to keep her daughter. My neighbors bought her and another little female goat from me. I got to see them from time to time, and all was well.
Then the neighbors decided they didn't want goats any more and told me they wanted to sell theirs. I found someone I knew who wanted them, and off they went to their new home.
Last night I received a message from the young woman who had the goats. "I know you really liked that Saanen doe. I am thinning my herd, and I will give her to you if you want her. I can bring her by tomorrow." I told Chris. "You HAVE to get her," he said. It was a bad idea. I have plenty of goats, more than I need, truth be told. And my original decision not to keep her was sound.
But then there is this; I have been missing Luna so much. She was the heart of my little farm and I still find myself looking for her when I go out to the pasture. If her current owner sold this Luna daughter to someone else, I would lose the chance to have a little piece of Luna forever.
This afternoon I got a text message, "I'll be there in 15 minutes." I stopped what I was doing and when I heard her truck pull in, I walked outside. I have to admit, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the lovely little doe surveying her surroundings. She looks exactly like her mama.
The Luna daughter was called, "May," in her last home, and that is a perfectly nice name, but I think we will call her, "Spirit." I feel like the ghost of her mother is back on the farm.
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