You sit in your room and cry.
Sobbing on the floor you think that perhaps as a farmer you shouldn't have a favourite animal, but gosh darn it, if she wasn't the pretiest goat you had ever seen.
She was down there now, chewing on your dining room table. You just wish there was a way she could show you that kind of affection.
It just hurts so much.
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