Blue was a healer in every sense of the word. He loved protecting the goats, playing with them, and snuggling in at bedtime. Sometimes I wonder if he thought he was a goat himself. He would come in the house at mealtime, eat and take a nap on the couch. At dusk, he would head to the door to be let out and let himself into the goat pen. He would be back for breakfast. When Blue became old and feeble he still insisted on sleeping with the goats. He left this world in his favorite place. He was everyone's sunshine.