One Day At a Time

22 07 2010

The last few weeks have been hard. I still miss my Zoe terribly. It’s weird not seeing her with the others. I even miss her own distinct chatter. I know she’s in a better place now, and I’m glad she was finally able to end her suffering, but it still makes me a sad goatmama.

I’ve been trying to keep myself busy with my writing. I’ve made some serious progress on sorting through things and shaking out some wrinkles in the plot. There’s still a lot of work to be done, though. I’m just glad I’ve finally gotten over some major hurdles.

The other day, I cleaned out the Epic Purple Folder. I found 18 pages from the original version of my story. It’s all that’s left of the original besides some various notes and sketches I still have. I openly cringed when I read it. There was no plot… only interesting characters floating around in a sea of well-written paragraphs. This does not make a good story. It was funny to see a character in her original form, though. Deidra has come a long way from being the silly rabbit girl.

Oh the good memories. I hope that someday, I can look back on this time just as fondly.

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RIP Zoe Marie

8 07 2010

Yesterday morning between 7:15 and 7:30 a.m., we lost our beloved Zoe to listeriosis. She was sick for five long, heartbreaking days. Most goats only last about three, but my Zoe was a fighter. She fought with everything she had until the very end.

Zoe was very special to us. She was very even tempered and rarely upset by anything. She loved people and children. She tolerated the outside cats. She loved to be hand-fed bananas and maple branches. She would fight the other goats for a patch of clover. She was Boss Goat among her herd of five wethered offspring and her cranky mate, our buck named Frank.

My Zoe tolerated zero nonsense. She kept her boys in check and made Frank walk the line. She was the best mother goat I’d ever heard of, never needing assistance with her kids, always keeping a watchful eye on them, even long after they were weaned. No one dared to bother her babies while she was around.

I couldn’t have asked for a better goat than Zoe Marie Presley. She was my dainty lady. We will all miss her presence, but she’s moved on to a better place.

Zoe Marie Presley

Zoe Marie Presley
2007-20010

Mother of Jack, Jasper, Jesse, Junior, and Jeremy