Story of a Goat

My childhood was blessed with the presence of different kinds of animals. We had cows, goats, rabbits, hens and a cat. I dearly loved all those animals. They were like our family members; they contributed much to our family income. I still remember... we had a very peculiar goat that had a different beard like an intellectual. She was an old goat; my nose could still recollect her piercing goat odor. She died by over -eating some bad leaves. I remember that was the only time in my life I spent my whole day in tears. My last home coming, my son played with our new goat and her lambs. Where are my childhood family members?...They were died or passed to other farmers ..Oh my great friends I miss you in my wretched urban life.