Just after Thanksgiving of last year, I did something I didn’t think I would do. I sold Sugar, our goat. In all honesty, I had been thinking about doing it for months, but I just didn’t want to actually make the decision.
Sugar was an amazing goat. She was sweet and loved the family. I could trust her around my kids, even when my youngest was just barely walking. She was an easy milker, which in the world of pygmy goats, I learned is a hard thing to find. And she was just, well, my pal.
The only problem with her is that she just didn’t give enough milk for our family. Sure, I could have gotten a few more pygmy goats, but finding ones that were easy to milk like her was difficult. I, actually, went through four of them with no luck. I could have purchased a few larger breeds, but having to keep them separated when I only have one goat pen during breeding times just wasn’t feasible.
Along with the difficulties I faced, I also had to consider that ultimately, while I loved having a goat, I really want a cow. I’ve wanted one for a long time and since this year is the year that my dream is going to turn into a reality, I had to face facts.
It was time to send Sugar on to a new family. It was sad to see her go. She was one who got very attached to us—especially, me, and I could hear her bleeting all the way down the street as they drove off. *tear
I miss her, but I know she’s happy now that she’s around other goats and I’m sure she’s making her new family very happy.