Sometime during the night of December 5th, my last original goat passed away. He had been not well for two days. He was almost 12 years old!
Sage was always my favorite. He was the last born and so friendly from day one. Sage is the baby on the right.
He would follow me everywhere. More so after Angus died almost a year ago. He practically became a dog.
He started joining us on our walks to put out the trash or down to the end of the farm.
I sure will miss my curious, malted milk ball loving friend!
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