She’s too young to be without a mother. By the tags in her ears she had been passed from one auction to another. That is until she arrived one Wednesday in the auction ring in the community of Bellville.
He wasn’t looking for another mouth to feed. He wasn’t looking for a kid, and an orphan kid at that, but he brought her home anyway.
When grandpa brought this little baby goat home, a little girl fall instantly in love with her. The kind of love only a foster mom could have for a kid. And this little girl called her little kid, Buttons.
The grass is taller than Buttons. After all, this little goat is still just a babe.
When Buttons arrived she could barley stand on her own. Around the clock she was cared for by three kiddos and the one who brought her home. Now, she can stand. She can walk, and she can hang out with the other goats that call the farm their home.
It won’t be long before the mischief sets in.
There are four other goats, a bunch of rabbits, two dogs, and too many cows to count. However, they’re all family on the farm.
Sometimes family isn’t the ones you were born with or even blood relations, but the ones who accept you, love you, and are always there for you.
They help you get to your feet and give you the strength to stand.