One summer my grandmother had a baby goat on the farm. My cousin and I immediately took to him. We named him "Billy G" (kind of our little joke to Billy Dee Williams, the actor). We walked him, bathed him, played with him, etc.
One day when we came home from going catfishing, we couldn't find Billy G. We went into the kitchen and asked our grandmother where Billy G was. She said, "Child, he's on the table, we're havin' some good 'ol barbequed goat tonight. Gonna be good, sho nuff!".
Moral: Never get attached to farm animals down south. They are there for food. :stone