Call me a sap, a sucker, an old softy. Sent my first two of ten babies home with their new owner today. One is a bottle baby from my doe who nearly died. He's going to be a buck, a real special, mellow and very spoiled little dude. I got really attached to him. I don't know how you can't get attached to bottle babies. I always second guess myself as they're driving away. Did I screen the new owners well enough? Are they ready? Will they give these babies the lives they deserve? I always end up bawling my eyes out, even with the ones I'm desperate to see gone. I really don't like this part and never will.