Pierre despised me with a capital D. He never charged or attacked me, but he constantly tried to intimidate me. I never ever turned my back on him. In spite of my best efforts, he trapped me in the chicken coop a time or two. Oh, yes, I will remember those times!
We never considered getting rid of Pierre. He loved and bonded to my husband. They definitely had a mutual admiration society...a private club for two.
Pierre had the most amazing fiber. It was very coarse in its raw state but washed up into a silky, gleaming white mohair. He was very cosmopolitan. I sold his fiber to a multimedia artist in Los Angeles and to a woman in South Africa. Very upscale he was.
Pierre's obstruction totally blind-sided me. I have another goat, Walter, with intermittent urinary stones, so I am constantly watching him for blockages. We only feed our goats grass (hay or pasture), but wethered goats are prone to this condition. I guess I was looking the other way when Pierre was hit with it, too.
|A skein of wool and Pierre.|
Pierre was in pain, but there was no way I could handle him by myself to give him the injections. Of course, my husband was out of town. However, I have the most amazing neighbor, who came to my rescue immediately without question. It seemed like the stars were aligning in my favor. Sadly, they were not.
By Saturday morning, Pierre was totally blocked. The pain meds were wearing off and he was obviously in pain. And, my llama, Izaak was humming. Llama's hum to let you know that something is amiss.
|In charge of the pasture and letting me know it with that look!|
Pierre will continue to be with us always. He is the face of Farm Genevieve. His image graces my business card and that will never change.
Bon voyage and Godspeed, Pierre. Thank you for sharing your life with us. Say hello to Belle, Nigel, Tipper and...well, you know, the rest of the gang that journeyed ahead of us. We miss you all and hold you close in our hearts.
|Pierre with his friend and guardian, Izaak.|
His last morning. His last picture.
Au revoir, Pierre, au revoir.