By the time the not-so-steady Eddie passed through our front gates, his condition was even more dire.
As if being separated from his mother was not bad enough for the tiny tri-coloured kid goat with the cheeky look in his eye, he had been dealt an even crueller blow. The “blow” left the wee lad with severe, debilitating and deteriorating mobility and balance issues.
With his rescuers stealing him from the clutches of a bitter night in open park lands that would have undoubtedly achieved its goal of death, Eddie’s road to recovery had only just begun. By the time the not-so-steady Eddie passed through our front gates, his condition was even more dire. He was only able to walk a few wonky steps before his hind legs gave out and Eddie would wobble to the ground. Racing to our medical chest and journals, we battled to get him through the night; with the tiny goat failing, it was a midnight dash to the vet to save him.
Ruling out condition after perplexing condition, it seems Steady Eddie is unable to synthesise thiamine in his already compromised little rumen. Thiamine is charged with assisting many of the body’s functions, including that of the nervous system and muscles. And so, his painful (for he and we) four times daily injections have begun. His blood-curdling screams spring forth in protest as the steely barbs pierce his delicate skin, we wince in response, wishing above all else we could take away his pain.
At the same time, we ponder just how abattoir workers can cope with such noises on a daily basis—unable to even placate their concerns with the knowledge they are acting in the animal’s best interests and that cuddles and good health will follow. Sadly, we reflect that this indeed causes their hearts to shut down—their only mechanism to survive in a sea of equally hopeless alternatives.
However, our persistence has been rewarded by Eddie’s tenacity. Hanging in there each day, he has gambolled into our hearts like no other and his happiness has become our shared goal. Whilst it is still too early for us to rejoice wholeheartedly, it is with guarded caution and the highest of hopes that we utter the words “steady as she goes, little mate”.
After a night so long it almost forgot to end, we caught some sleep, grabbed a snack and headed on our well-worn track to the barn.
There was no doubt that Berlin’s world was crumbling the day he and his three buddies were surrendered into our care.
With a haunting sadness in their eyes, Gracelyn and Elvira entered our world. And we theirs, as they searched their newfound digs for somewhere to land their gaze.
Lost in a world far, far bigger than himself was little Bahama. But then kindness found him.
Little Kokomo may have been down on his luck the day he was born, finding himself way down in a pile of mirky mud.
Words could not convey our shock when we went to our carpark to collect the little lamb we would soon name Bermuda, who was surrendered into our care after having been found the day before.
More than likely destined for backyard slaughter, the young Cedric ran for his life. And did so for several days in the off-leash dog park to which he had retreated.
Friend or freezer? Without even meeting the colourful chap we have named Tom Cruise, we knew the only role he should ever fill was the first.
At just one day old, teeny tiny Trapper John was diminutive in size yet formidable in impact, and everybody was talking about him.