My husband passed away Wednesday, January 25th. We had to move him from home to hospice on Friday. So I was able to keep him at home almost to the very end. ALS (Lou Gerigs Disease) is such a horrible disease. But his torture has ended and for that I am thankful. He is now free from the pain and torture that disease inflicted upon him. I will miss him very much as he was not only my husband but my friend. My go to source for all things mechanical. He taught me how drive the tractor, change all the attachments, run a chain saw and all the cautions that go with that operation. How to wire a light fixture, build a fence, install a wireing harness on a trailer and how to fix it when your son drags the trailer over a high spot and rips all the wiring loose. He laughed at me and my flighty, jump from project to project ways but never once did he say no. When I wanted chickens he rolled his eyes and said OK, I guess we need to get started on a place to put them. When I wanted rabbits, I got the eye roll again, a chuckle and his support. When I came home with goats (which he never wanted and was the only thing ever that he kind of discouraged me on), and even though his disease was to far progressed to allow him to do physical labor, we took a chair outside, and he supervised the fence building and shed building. He had a green thumb like no one I had ever met. There was nothing he could not grow. Flowers, vegtables, fruit trees all thrived under his hands. And with the patience of Job as I followed him around asking questions, he answered them all and let me get my hands dirty. Why was this imporant to me? Because in all my life no one ever took the time to teach me things. Everyone was always in a hurry to get the job done and did not want to stop long enough to make sure I understood the hows and whys. Not him, it did not matter if a 15 min job took 2 days. If I wanted to know how, he made sure I knew how.
No he was not a saint. LOL far from it. He had a temper like none I had ever encountered. Stayed mad for days when he got mad. Stomped around and if mad enough might even go outside and kick something. And if you made him mad enough, he might not stomp for years, but he might be mad at you for years. Fortunately, he never got that mad at me and it was always directed at someone else. Not to say I did not make him angry. Just not fit throwing angry. He could drink more than anyone I ever knew but you would never know he had taken a drink. That always amazed me. Half way into a bottle of vodka, he could still walk and talk like he had never had a drink. If you walked into the room after he had drank half a case of beer, you would have thought the beer in his hand was his first. Me, one beer and I am giddy. Probably because I only drink one beer a year.
For the most part though he was a very loveable, loving person who accepted most folks for who they were. He was never to busy to help a stranger or a friend.
Yes I will miss him dearly. But, I am also thankful that he has moved on and no longer has to endure another day with such a debilitatiing disease. He is at peace and so am I. I will do exactly as he expected me to. Carry On.
I would like to thank all of you who knew of my situation for you support, thoughts and prayers with special thanks to Beekissed for so kindly answering my questions and her support, Alycia for always knowing exactly what to say and when to say it, and Pam and her family for their help and support.
Just wondered because i have several friends that would let me borrow a buck any time i want and they have Nigi's. maybe i could help you get your does did 
That's the one drawback to goat milk. 
