The late great Sarahgoatkin. She was a rescue by a friend from the same place I got my old ponies (I bought them but it was in order to get them away from some bad neglect and abuse). I "babysat" her because my friend had no place to keep her, so I basically rehabbed her. It was a miracle I didn't make things worse because I knew nothing about goats and this was pre-internet days. I lost her under very frustrating and infuriating circumstances (her death was one of three things that started a 5 year downward spiral in my first marriage, which in the long run was a "Very Good Thing"). The only thing I knew about her history is that she was bought at a horse auction as a bottle baby, was given to a 9 year old who grew bored with her very quickly, could escape almost any enclosure given enough time, and was left locked in a fully enclosed stall to die with no food and water after destroying the paint on several cars that were at the home to have repairs done (the girl's father was a backyard mechanic). She was almost dead when my friend, who was keeping her horse at this place, found her. She paid $50 for her and then we had to get her IV fluids to get her through the first 2 days. She is in my top 5 of all the animals I have ever had (Including the rescues and animals I have owned, rehabbed or helped to rescue/place that would be well in to the triple digits, so being in my top 5 is really something!!) She lived in a ratty old chicken coop that my ex eventually tore down and burned at a party. She went to schools to visit and educate little kids about the letter "G", and older kids about animal rescue and responsibility and never once had an "accident" inside. Man, I loved this silly little girl.