Poor old Oreo had to finally be put down. He has lived far past what a normal goat would live but it was sad to see him towards the end. He had been rescued from a terrible life. He had been abused and mistreated but when he came to the island his life was turned around.
At the end he couldn't breath properly and walking was a problem. He would escape from the yard and lay in the roadway. This saw a constant screech of brakes as drivers swerved to miss him.
But just before the end he had a small revival. He managed to walk down to my garden and eat all the flowers. Not a leaf or a blade of grass, just the flowers which he delicately plucked from each plant. When I went out to get the mail I saw that some of those plants had put out another show of flowers.