It was a sad day when we awoke to find our beloved White Jack dead.She was the best of goats. Loved by all grandchildren.It all started on July 5th, just a day like any other day. My Manly Man staked her out to eat blackberries in the morning and we went about our daily chores. Of course its silly to place the blame on anyone....what good would that do?....it won't bring her back to us.....but maybe if someone hadn't staked her so close to the bees she'd still be with us.....but, what good would it be to think about that. Of course Jackie shouldn't have butted over the bee hive, very poor decision, which brought about her demise. She leaves behind her brother, they were very close, Black Jack is grieving horribly. I don't think he'll ever understand. Also her mother, but they've been seperated since birth, always a sore spot we didn't talk about. (And if your confused about Jackie's name, we mistakenly called her White Jack all this time, now we know we were wrong.) She will go down in our memories as White Jackie.
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