When Dots' owners arrived at the vet everyone could tell he was very sick. He had to stay at the vet for a whole day. Dots' owners were worried about him terribly. They decided to drive around the neighboring towns. A few hours later his owner's cell phone rung. They looked at the screen...It was the vet. Was Dots okay? Did he make it? Would they ever see him again?

When Dots was taken off the bottle, he would cry and cry. In the morning, in the afternoon, and at night. The ramming from other goats continued, but he was so used to it, that it didn't hurt so bad. He even made friends with the other kid goats. But a couple months later he didn't feel so well. His owners tried to give him a bottle to make him feel better, but he just wouldn't drink it. His owners were very worried about him and rushed him to the vet as fast as they could.

The sun was setting, making purple and pink streaks across the big sky. The rolling hills were mere silhouettes against the darkening sky. And across the way, there was a small valley that was beginning to be swallowed up by the dusk. In that small valley, there lived a herd of goats. And with no goatherd, they did as they pleased. Now, in that particular herd of goats, there lived an old nanny goat and her goat kid named Bobby.