Tuesday, November 26, 2019
The biggest things on the minds of Costco customers yesterday were the approaching high winds and deep snow. Maybe that’s why the store was jam-packed and everybody trying to get their turkey fixings before Nature lands. The snow is supposed to start around noon today and by this evening accumulating quite a bit. By some shoppers’ estimates, Central Oregon will have up to four-feet of snow by Thanksgiving Day.
Even as folks shopped, I could hear some occasionally on their phones talking with family members or friends who were to visit over the holiday. Some now were begging off in fear of problems while traveling in predicted weather.
I didn’t give the prospect of deep snow much thought before arriving home to discover my old mama goat, Sego Lily, forever sleeping. I’d known for maybe 10 days that she’d been refusing to eat and was giving up. But her weight remained good and I had hopes she’d recover, kept encouraging her to eat soaked wheat bread. She went only once for the soft bread (a favorite) and with gusto, but afterwards showed only brief interest before turning away. Yesterday, I didn’t anticipate finding that she’d given up.
Suddenly it hit me that the impending winds, chill, and snow are realities. If Sego Lily had not slipped away before the incoming frigid weather, I’d have worried every minute about her condition throughout deep freezes and stormings.
There’s no telling Sego Lily’s actual age. She had been rescued back in time from a goat herd, and later with her newborn daughters came to live with me. She was here for ten years (the current age of her twins). Maybe Sego had reached fifteen, an average lifespan for an African Dwarf Goat.
Through the trio’s years here, together and separately, the animals have been sweet and smart, fun and funny.
Sego’s passing arrives right on the heels of my having lost a sister which I’m still processing. And Sego Lily’s twins are processing their loss, both totally aware and very anxious as their mom was removed. They reminded me of years before, and my elderly Tennessee Walking Horse, Lisa, and her daughter, Special. The two horses had never been separated. At 36 years of age Lisa gave up and Special, like the twins, totally felt that loss.
Right now that’s about it for bondings and lettings go.
Dear Friends: Just a pet goat, but you understand. Diana