A Reputable Breeder’s Poem
You’ll love your little goatling, she’ll make your farm her home.
She’ll be your very best friend, you’ll never feel alone.
She’ll make you smile, she’ll make you laugh,
She’ll fill your heart with love…….
Did she come from a breeder or did she fall from heaven above?
If you’ve never been a breeder or seen life through their eyes
as you hold your little goatling, please don’t criticize.
You don’t know of all the anguish and the times that bring such pain.
When we lose the battle with a little one, and the tears flow like rain.
Sometimes we sit the whole night through waiting for babies to be born.
Oh the stress and trepidation when they’re still not here by dawn.
Or the panic of holding a tiny baby in our hands who weighs but 60 grams
Do I do this instead of that or that instead of this?
Alone we fight and hope we won’t give him his last little kiss.
We pray he’ll live to bring some joy and make a farm a home
We know it’s up to us and we fight this fight alone. This is Mary, she grew up to be a happy
healthy little girl and went to a loving home.
Formula, bottles, heating pads, we have to get it right
Two hour feedings for this tiny guy throughout the day and night.
In our hearts we know we are probably going to lose this epic fight
but we keep trying to save him because God willing we just might.
Day one he’s in there fighting; we say a silent prayer
Day two & three he’s doing well, with lots of love and care
Day four & five…..he’s still alive, our hopes soar to Heaven
Day six he slips away again, dies in our hands day seven.
We take this little angel and bury him alone:
With aching heart and burning tears and an exhausted groan
We ask ourselves “Why do this? Why suffer all this grief & pain?
To help them live to grow up strong and see the joy your goatling brings – this self explains.
So when you think of breeders and label them with “GREED”,
If you have a happy & healthy goatling, it’s cause they filled his every need.
When you buy a goatling and with your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money … we pay with a piece of our heart.
Adapted from a dog breeder’s poem. –Author Unknown.
Life on a farm is full of ups and downs. Sometimes we win, sometimes we don't but we always will give 120 %
You’ll love your little goatling, she’ll make your farm her home.
She’ll be your very best friend, you’ll never feel alone.
She’ll make you smile, she’ll make you laugh,
She’ll fill your heart with love…….
Did she come from a breeder or did she fall from heaven above?
If you’ve never been a breeder or seen life through their eyes
as you hold your little goatling, please don’t criticize.
You don’t know of all the anguish and the times that bring such pain.
When we lose the battle with a little one, and the tears flow like rain.
Sometimes we sit the whole night through waiting for babies to be born.
Oh the stress and trepidation when they’re still not here by dawn.
Or the panic of holding a tiny baby in our hands who weighs but 60 grams
Do I do this instead of that or that instead of this?
Alone we fight and hope we won’t give him his last little kiss.
We pray he’ll live to bring some joy and make a farm a home
We know it’s up to us and we fight this fight alone. This is Mary, she grew up to be a happy
healthy little girl and went to a loving home.
Formula, bottles, heating pads, we have to get it right
Two hour feedings for this tiny guy throughout the day and night.
In our hearts we know we are probably going to lose this epic fight
but we keep trying to save him because God willing we just might.
Day one he’s in there fighting; we say a silent prayer
Day two & three he’s doing well, with lots of love and care
Day four & five…..he’s still alive, our hopes soar to Heaven
Day six he slips away again, dies in our hands day seven.
We take this little angel and bury him alone:
With aching heart and burning tears and an exhausted groan
We ask ourselves “Why do this? Why suffer all this grief & pain?
To help them live to grow up strong and see the joy your goatling brings – this self explains.
So when you think of breeders and label them with “GREED”,
If you have a happy & healthy goatling, it’s cause they filled his every need.
When you buy a goatling and with your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money … we pay with a piece of our heart.
Adapted from a dog breeder’s poem. –Author Unknown.
Life on a farm is full of ups and downs. Sometimes we win, sometimes we don't but we always will give 120 %