She and her herdmates descended from goats once provided as gifts, who then were left to freely breed. For the most part, workers went about their day, leaving the goats to fend for themselves—but Sadie caught one staffer’s eye as she struggled to keep up with the herd.
In fact, Sadie could barely walk. Her hind end drooped with each step, and she had sores on her legs from dragging them along the ground. She was also very timid; the larger goats liked to pick on her, and she had trouble getting away.
The concerned worker took pity on her, and gave her a wheelchair to help her get around. But with responsibilities like balancing the books, there was little time left to help balance a goat, too. New problems also sprang up: with wheelchair in tow, Sadie had trouble clearing the trees when trying to hide from the other goats. Stuck in the woods—alone, afraid, and covered with ticks and thorns—she desperately needed help.
As Sadie’s condition continued to decline, her ally asked if we could take her in. The next day, we welcomed Sadie to our New York Shelter, accompanied by two employees from the sand and gravel facility. They looked on as we helped support Sadie’s weight, and followed us back to her temporary enclosure—a side pen connected to our turkey barn—to see her settle in. Touched by her courage and resilience, they left happy to know that she had a second chance.