I knew there was something wrong with Bernadette’s pregnancy, I just did not know how bad it was. Bernadette is a very special little angora goat, and in the past month, I realize she was most definitely pregnant. It can be hard to know sometimes, especially in the winter, when their mohair is so long it is hard to tell if they are fat or furry.
Anyway, yesterday, Bernadette was in the barn, kind of hidden away, crying. I looked at her, realized she was trying to deliver her kid, and grabbed some gloves and betadyne and tried to reach in to see what was going on – I immediately realized that Bernadette was way too tiny to deliver her kid.
So I ran to the house, called our veterinarian, got John to drive and we took Bernadette up to Cedar Ridge Veterinary Clinic in Atchison, Kansas – it’s about a 45 minute drive or so, if there are no trains.
We had to leave her there, because Dr. McCoole was out on a farm call. He called me later and told me he was putting her on the table, and would call me back when he was done.
The kid was dead – had probably died a day or so beforehand. For some reason, Bernadette never went into labor until yesterday. Dr. McCoole did a C-Section on poor Bernadette.
We brought her back home this morning, and she has been very depressed. So, if you don’t mind praying for a wee little goat, please do. She is not eating, and she seems heartbroken, plus she has a humongous incision on her side.
That is why I have not posted anything of late. I hope you will continue to read or follow this blog. It will make Bernadette feel better, I’m sure!