Well it started on Wednesday night when I received a call from a 4H mom. Her daughters goat was down and they were sure it was bloat. I had a Physical Therapy atp and so my daughter ran my meds to me and when I was done I went to their house. Her temp was already down to 91.2. I new it was really to late but I had to try. So I tubed her and pumped the meds that the vet used on Monica. She started to belch and really started to pass a LOT of gas. :leap: She even held her own head up for a bit and we could see the stomach going down but I could still see a big gas pocket. Well she started to slip away again, so I had to go ahead and stick a needle in her side to try to release some gas, well the gas came out and I tell you it stunk up the whole house, but it was to late. we lost her about 20 minutes later. She said the goat was fine at 5:00 AM and at 2:00PM she was down, and dead by 6:30PM. I was in a car accident and I was not at fault. I had a older pickup that I was driving a 1996 Dodge 1500. OK nothing like some of the beautiful new ones everyone is getting here, but I pulled my stock trailer full of goats and horses. Well they decided they are only giving me $2000.00 for it. :scratch: I was not at fault I was just driving and now I have no way of getting my goats to shows, the vet or anything. How on earth is this fair. I told them I was not wanting a new one, I just want enough money to get something that would pull like my other one did. I do not understand the reason to pay Insurance if it is worthless. So I had that, then we had a meeting here at work and we had to lay off 4 of our shop workers. It is so hard because they are all such great people and they all work so well together and they care so much for each other, so it was like kicking your family to the curb. I have done nothing but cry all day. Next I had surgery on my foot in November, and I ma still having trouble. It is not moving like they want it to be and it hurts like crazy and I have to try to get it healed before i have surgery again on the other foot. Now the final thing. My son leaves tomorrow to California. He is in the Military and he will be going to his first station. He has been home for two weeks. After his school he came home to do some recruiting. Now I have to say good bye or see you later to him, and he will be 22 on the 28th so he will not even be home for that. I will say he is very excited to go to Cali, you know to see all the hot chicks. OK sorry, I am just having a pity party.