In May, just one month ago, we shared an adorable video of Frostie the Snow Goat, a sweet little goat who was rescued by Edgar’s Mission, an animal sanctuary in Australia. Frostie had a nasty infection that rendered his back legs unusable, but with help from a wheeled mobility cart, Frostie was up and romping, stealing hearts left and right.
Then one week ago, Edgar’s Mission posted a video update of little Frostie, sans cart! His infection had cleared up and he was running and jumping and playing. This spirited little goat was clearly very happy and content at the animal sanctuary.
Imagine our surprise and sadness when we read on Edgar’s Mission’s Facebook page that Frostie the Snow Goat is no longer with us:
“Over the past 24 hours I have been consumed by an overwhelming numbness, a numbness that has both protected and prevented me. Whilst this numbness has protected me from a tsunami of pain, it has also prevented me from writing this piece and only now that it is subsiding can I type the words, Frostie the Snow Goat has passed. In the early hours of Monday morning, the little champ told me he was not well, as his rapidly expanding stomach screamed bloat. With Frostie’s attending vet alerted and the administering of medications and massage commenced, the race was on to get my little buddy to her care and expertise in time. But alas, this was not to be. As the little guy took his last gasps of breath, he looked into my tear filled eyes as I begged him to stay. I told him I loved him and would do so forever more. It was not until I knew his spirit had passed that I would scream, “Why?” at the top of my lungs and sob inconsolably into his warm, sweet smelling white fur.”
Several hours later, an autopsy revealed that Frostie’s spinal column was “riddled with abscess,” with one so large that it pressed on his rumen. Considering how energetic and playful Frostie had been before his final moments, it’s safely assumed that Frostie felt no pain until his very last breaths. Frostie had defied the odds against him from the moment he was rescued:
“That Frostie was a sickly little kid goat was something that we knew from the very day he came into our world. Unable to stand, let alone walk, severely dehydrated and riddled with lice, Frostie’s lot was not good, but no one told him that. He wanted to live, and that was just what we promised him we would help him do. Right from day one he began to rally, all the while displaying the happiest of dispositions and he fell head over hooves in love with me as I did with him. This fact was plainly obvious to anyone who saw us together. He loved to nibble on my hair and turn it into goaty saliva-encrusted dreadlocks. He would cry when he couldn’t see me and light up like the brightest star when he did. He had a delightful and infectious sense of joie de vivre as he scooted about at first in his little mobility cart with that ‘hey look at me’ smile, then his brave ‘hey look no wheels’ tenacious first steps skipped hearts into flutter mode across the globe.”
Although Frostie’s time on this planet was too short, he certainly instilled a great deal of hope and compassion in people. His joyful disposition was infectious and he certainly proved that animals can feel a range of emotions, just like people.
“One common question I was often asked in relation to Frostie was, “Why?” Why bother going to all the great lengths, efforts and cost to save one sickly little abandoned kid goat. I saw Frostie not as a farm animal but as a creature in trouble, a creature in desperate need of kindness, compassion and help. In a nation that spends billions of dollars each year on the animals who share our hearts and homes, one would not think twice about doing everything in their power to save their cat or dog. That fact that Frostie looked a little different was no justification to me for denying him the chance at life he so richly deserved – we would do no less if he were a puppy or kitten.”
Rest in peace, Frostie, and thank you, Edgar’s Mission, for all you do.
Photo credit: Edgar’s Mission / Facebook.com