Letting Go

     A mini van sped into the veterinary hospital's parking lot.  A woman jumped out, opened up the back hatch to reveal a little goat all curled up in a blanket.  She said that the goat looked a little funny this morning but when she came home on her lunch break he was laying down and grinding his teeth.  I pet the little guy and I could immediately tell that this was one loved and well cared for goat.  His coat was groomed silky and clean.  His hooves were perfectly manicured and even his little collar was immaculate.  His owner explained that this was her daughter's beloved goat and she was willing to do whatever was needed for him. 
    I got a stall ready for him and made a little nest of straw for him to snuggle up in. When the doctor returned from a farm appointment he immediately examined the goat and began treatment.  Unfortunately, the goat wasn't making any progress.  The prognosis was not good.  The doctor called the clients to discuss the little goat's situation.  Shortly after, the whole family came to see their little friend who's eyes brightened when he saw them.  The barn filled with tears and the whole office could feel the heartache of the little girl as she cradled her goat.  It was decided that we would watch him over night to see if there was any progress in the morning.
      The next morning I unlocked the doors with hope that he would be scooting around.  I peaked over the stall and he was nestled in the straw.  His breathing was rapid. His eyes were exhausted and his sparkle had dimmed.  I gave him a little pet as my heart began to feel heavy.  The doctor rechecked him and he went into the office to call the family.  They did not want him to suffer and asked us to give him peace. 
     I knelt down and hugged the little goat into me.  I told him that his family loved him very much. The doctor gave him his rest and he wilted in my arms.  The phone began to ring and I got so mad at it.  I didn't want to let go of the little body still warm in my arms.  I didn't want to lay him on the hay and leave him to carry on with my office work but, I had to let him go. 

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