Animal Activities #23

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a female goat named Putih. She was named so because her fur was really clean as white as cotton. Putih is not an ordinary goat. She has lived with Pak Darto's family for more than three years, and since she first came as a kid, she has shown different characteristics: calm, tame, and seems to understand human speech.

Pak Darto, a simple farmer, keeps several goats to help with the family's economic needs. However, Putih is different. She has never been sold or mated like other goats. Pak Darto's wife even often says, "Putih is like our youngest child. She understands when we are sad."

Every morning, Putih will wait near the outdoor kitchen, waiting for leftover vegetables or fruit peels from her mother. When Pak Darto came home from the rice fields tired, Putih would slowly walk towards him, rubbing her head against Pak Darto's knee, as if saying, "Keep your spirits up, Sir."

The neighbors initially found it strange, but over time they came to like Putih. Small children often played with her. She never gored, never went berserk, even when chased or teased. She only bleated softly and followed behind.

But then one day, Putih was sick. She was less active than she used to be, refused to eat and would spend most of the day in a corner of her cage. Pak Darto and his family were very unhappy. They named the animal Orderly, administered her herbal medicine and gave her the best care that they could.

For a week, we all seemed to drop everything to take care of Putih. Until one fine morning, Putih slowly stood up, softly bleated, and stepped out of the cage. She looked at Pak Darto, then down at a guava tree, under which she liked to sit all day. There, in silence, she breathed her last.

Putih may be just a goat, but she has carved a place on people’s hearts. He was not just an animal raised for the sake of live stock — he was a friend, a comforter, a member of the family. Now, beneath the guava tree is a little tombstone that reads, “White, our best friend.”