My goat just died. He was so sweet. Apparently he picked up a virus which made him lose weight and not be able to eat. My parents didn't even tell me he was dying, so I didn't get to say goodbye to him. I didn't even see him in a month, and now....now he's gone.

I know it sounds stupid... I'm crying over a goat. But we were friends ever since I was 4. 6 years, and he's been through everything with me. Now, I just wish I spent more time with him.

I've known him ever since he was a baby, bottle fed him even. He sat in my lap, came inside the house with me. Now, he's gone...and I'll never see him again.

I still remember all the times I've had with him. We played in the dirt, I bottle fed him, he was the best goat you can imagine. I miss him already and he only died 45 minutes ago, Friday, October 14th. Please know that some chapters will be depressing and involve death, but I'll try to update.

I'm crying as we speak. I wish he could've died in my arms, like my other goat.

Cottonball, XOXO, you will be missed. Love and prayers, we all love you. Reagan, me, my brother, anyone who saw or met you. Just know, no matter what, no one can replace you. You will always hold a special place in our hearts, especially mine. Without you, I wouldn't even be happy, or have thought how awesome goats are and gotten your buddies.

Rest in peace, my friend,

        ~Dragon