Daisy
Daisy was a goat of mine. A pet. Yes. She would come inside and lay on the couch with us. She was the second sweetest thing ever. We had to give her up because we didn't live on a ranch, we lived in the suburbs. Not kidding. So she went to my mom's friend's friend's ranch. The owner of the ranch would make them muffins with goat-friendly things and feed them to them. She was recently killed by a bobcat, one week before we were going to see her in Dallas.
Rudy
Rudy was a 17 year old year old cat, who was nearly blind in his right eye. He was nice to EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. He was very frail, and my other cat Seven would mess with him and try to play. He didn't have any front claws, and could not defend himself. Because he was so weak, he couldn't climb trees. Coyotes have been moving into our neighborhood, and that's what got him.
