The picture in the project is Merry. Her full name is Miracle Cheshire Kinshield, and she's my baby goat. She was born February 4th, 2021, and she passed on March 12th, 2022. This is the reason I’m not as active, and if I’m being completely honest, my mental health is at an all-time low. Merry was the sweetest goat I’ve ever seen. She was part of a premature birth and I raised her by hand in our laundry room. She didn’t seem like she was going to make it, but miraculously, she did. I got to raise her from day 1, and I loved her more than anything. She grew up to be a gorgeous girl, and everything was fine. Great, even. Then, yesterday, I went out to feed and she was just... gone. I don’t know what happened, she was completely healthy and happy. I even shared my peanut butter crackers with her that morning. Then she was just gone. Burying her was really hard and I just feel incredibly numb and helpless. So... Yeah. I’m really sorry about the inactivity and stuff, I really just need time. I just miss her so much. I still can hear her high bleats (it was weird, it was like she didn't know how to bleat), and the happy way she used to dance around the laundry room as a baby. The way her little hooves clomped around and made the cutest rhythm. The way she was always so eager for her bottle.The way she used to try to nip your nose and climb on you. And now she's gone, and there's nothing I can do about it. And some stupid part of me tells me it was my fault.
