Poor little Fauna!
When she was a wee baby one of the adults in her group gored her with its horn, puncturing poor Fauna's lung. Audrey, the Fraserwood woman who raises goats, took it upon herself to sew Fauna's lung with a needle and thread, then nursed her back to health.
I got Fauna (whom I named) when she was several months old , at a discounted price,due to her smaller size. I took her home and placed her with Odin, my sweet handsome male goat, who was by that time over a year old. they got on well.
Fauna was always a little shy because of her early experience. It was a couple years before she would let  me hug her. She grew plump and was fairly happy in her life.
One year I decided to board a miniature Stallion with the goats. He had some behavioural issues and my goats were terrified of him. One day I heard Fauna screaming. When I ran outside I saw she had her horn caught in the fence wire, with the horse at her back, possibly trying to mate with her. I called the horse off easily enough, and untangled Fauna's horn.
Unfortunately, a few days later Fauna couldn't get up. In her struggle she had reinjured her spine and was paralyzed by the swelling. I had only recently nursed her back to getting her on her feet again. This  time, no such luck.
On Boxing Day that year I finally asked my neighbour, George, to shoot her, after seeing that her tears had crystalized from the icy cold--tears that looked like diamonds.
I said many prayers for her soul, asking that she be forgiven for whatever it was that caused her unhappy fate of suffering. I think today she might be happier.