Ms. Daisie Mae, I took you in as a rescue not knowing the place you would hold in me heart. I knew that it was time that you went to a new home, as the others were just not being very nice to you. I found you a home, and you were going soon, but obviously you didn't want your last days to not be here with your herd, with you home. I came home to screaming goats, not knowing what was going on. I went to the barn to find them all surrounding you, laying there, with no life at all. I quitely bent down, but you had left some time ago. You were a fighter, but it was your time. This morning you were fine, and last night you were climbing on me to get pettings and to eat your minerals, and now you are gone. Just the thought of that special time spent together last night - our last night together and I had no idea. I love you little Daisie Mae, you taught me alot when I first started with goats. You were the last of the originals. You gave me some precious kids. Although the beginning of your life was aweful, I hope you will know the love that you had - your Idaho White Trash self, with your underbite, snaggle toothed, weird haired self. I love you baby girl - Rest in Peace.