We lost our first baby, on the farm today. We have been really lucky thus far, but today our luck ran out. My 9 year old went out to check on the week old goats, and couldn't find one of our triplets. She finally uncovered her in the stall, but she was dead. She was fine this morning, but I'm guessing that the babies were snuggling under the hay, and mama unknowingly, laid on her. It's bad enough that she died, but my daughter found her and called me hysterical. Her dad was here, but she was beside herself. She didn't know why a baby had to die. I have told her, in the past, that heaven would be a boring place if it was all old people...I told her this evening that the fields in heaven would be boring if it was all old goats in the pasture - there needed to be a few babies bouncing around. I know that may not make sense, but it seemed to help a little. I wish I could have done something...if nothing else - I wish I could have found her and spared my daughter. We didn't even have a name for the baby...so I guess all I can say is RIP little doeling. Sorry for rambling, just had to unload.