Life hasn’t been quite the same here at the ranch since we lost a couple of our friends: two goats, one named Pongo, the other named PeeWee. Death is not an easy thing to accept, and the void left behind at times even harder. Pongo may have been the leader of the little goat herd, but PeeWee, the little pygmy goat, was its heart. He was my little friend who would always come up to me with a “‘Allo, Squeaky, mon ami. ‘ow are you today?” He tried to teach me French, but I never seemed to get past “Bonjour” and “Aurevoir”. There are only three now, but I think our Mistress is thinking of getting two maybe three more in Spring. I hope there is another PeeWee among them.