Sudden Distraction

The little goat kid died early this morning.

She got some fluid in her lungs sometime on Tuesday or Wednesday; when exactly it happened, I know not. Had she been a full term kid, this wouldn't have been a problem; it was such a small amount of liquid in there... But her little premature lungs couldn't take the stress. She gave up. 

She was looking really good on Wednesday morning, trying to stand up on her wobbly legs (failing miserably though; bless her heart), nickering loudly when she heard my voice, and all around being a cheerful little being in the house as she sat in her cardboard box near the wood stove. 

I'm not hugely surprised that she didn't make it; I have yet to find any records of such a premature kid surviving. But I am still dissapointed that I lost her. She never got a "barn name", but she did at least have a "registration name" for the time she was here. I called her 'Sudden Distraction'. It fit her.

Distractions are rarely a permanent thing in life; they catch our attention for a brief time before things settle back down to what they were. Such as this case. She came at a time when I really needed something else on my mind; I guess now it's time to move on and get back to where I was. 

Sudden Distraction came and went... I'm going to miss her presence in the house.