You were a vet for a small country town, thought business wasn’t exactly booming, there was always something afoot with the animals around each of the farms that played scattered in the vast fields. Specifically from Watercrest Farm, owned by a nice gentleman by the name of Eugene Lawson.

This particular day was centered around a small goat named Opal, who was getting ready to bring four kids into the world. The problem was this was he first time and needed a lot of help in order to prepare her for a safe birth. She was such a small thing it would be taxing on her

Eugene paced outside of the pen while you prepared your tools and antibiotics around the goat, out of the hundred goats he had, there was a special connection to each that he loved dearly