Weezie, aka Louise, was one of the first animals on the
Fat Ewe Farm. She and Leroy, her boyfriend, were hand raised by a family with small children as pets. Leroy soon outgrew the children and as billy goats do, he began to be a little pushy. The family decided to get rid of their pets and The Fat Ewe was fortunate enough to scoop them up.
What a delight they were, comical, talkative and small. Pygmy goats were the first goats on the farm and it was not long before they were loved and cherished.
Weezie had two beautiful babies and was a wonderful mother, while Leroy went to live with the pigs. Leroy was quite enamoured with Boris, the boar, but Boris found him a nuisance and told him so. Still Leroy would try to force his intentions upon poor Boris. Leroy loved Weezie though, and jumped the fence to tell her so.
She had two more beautiful babies, who also left the farm for new homes. By then, new goats had joined The Fat Ewe Farm, more Pygmies and a few Nigerian Dwarf goats, plus a boar goat. The boar, Terry, could get out of her pen and would go everywhere, so she was sold.
Weezie got sick that winter. She was a little run down from raising kids non stop for a year and came down with sarcoptic mange, a terrible condition where mites burrow in tunnels under the skin. It took quite a while to cure her, but by summer she was her old self and gave us not two, but three beautiful babies. We lost one when a plywood board blew over onto her, but Weezie's boys went to new homes. That is when this trouble started, the new sickness. Her udder was a little crusty, so I treated her for mites again and put coconut oil on her udder, which smothers mites and keeps the skin soft too. This did not help, so over the next while, I tried other remedies and she only got worse. Finally, today the vet came and took a skin scraping and blood sample. The prognosis is poor. Apparently Weezie has become allergic to something in her environment and has a skin condition similar to eczema. She could be treated with steroids, but would abort her babies and the treatment may or may not work. The vet recommended that she be put down, because she is suffering. She stands alone and shivers. Although she is not thin, she has lost her robust nature and no longer plays and cajoles with the other goats. My poor Weezie. I do love you so and it breaks my heart to say good bye. Thank you for two lovely years and your beautiful babies. You will not be forgotten, dear Weezie. I am so sorry we could not make you better. Bless you.
Fat Ewe Farm. She and Leroy, her boyfriend, were hand raised by a family with small children as pets. Leroy soon outgrew the children and as billy goats do, he began to be a little pushy. The family decided to get rid of their pets and The Fat Ewe was fortunate enough to scoop them up.
What a delight they were, comical, talkative and small. Pygmy goats were the first goats on the farm and it was not long before they were loved and cherished.
Weezie had two beautiful babies and was a wonderful mother, while Leroy went to live with the pigs. Leroy was quite enamoured with Boris, the boar, but Boris found him a nuisance and told him so. Still Leroy would try to force his intentions upon poor Boris. Leroy loved Weezie though, and jumped the fence to tell her so.
She had two more beautiful babies, who also left the farm for new homes. By then, new goats had joined The Fat Ewe Farm, more Pygmies and a few Nigerian Dwarf goats, plus a boar goat. The boar, Terry, could get out of her pen and would go everywhere, so she was sold.
Weezie got sick that winter. She was a little run down from raising kids non stop for a year and came down with sarcoptic mange, a terrible condition where mites burrow in tunnels under the skin. It took quite a while to cure her, but by summer she was her old self and gave us not two, but three beautiful babies. We lost one when a plywood board blew over onto her, but Weezie's boys went to new homes. That is when this trouble started, the new sickness. Her udder was a little crusty, so I treated her for mites again and put coconut oil on her udder, which smothers mites and keeps the skin soft too. This did not help, so over the next while, I tried other remedies and she only got worse. Finally, today the vet came and took a skin scraping and blood sample. The prognosis is poor. Apparently Weezie has become allergic to something in her environment and has a skin condition similar to eczema. She could be treated with steroids, but would abort her babies and the treatment may or may not work. The vet recommended that she be put down, because she is suffering. She stands alone and shivers. Although she is not thin, she has lost her robust nature and no longer plays and cajoles with the other goats. My poor Weezie. I do love you so and it breaks my heart to say good bye. Thank you for two lovely years and your beautiful babies. You will not be forgotten, dear Weezie. I am so sorry we could not make you better. Bless you.
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