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kristi Noems 'Pets' CRICKET AND UNNAMED GOAT A token to Remember: Cricket and the Unnamed Goat Two lives. One terrible day. Cricket was beautiful. A 14-month-old wirehaired pointer, with messy whiskers, big curious eyes, and paws a little too big for his legs. The kind of dog who tripped over his own excitement. He wasn’t calm — not yet. He was a ball of unshaped energy, always moving, always sniffing, always chasing something. He was cute in the way only young dogs are: clumsy, eager, full of heart. He didn’t walk — he bounced. He didn’t bark — he announced his joy to the sky. But Kristi Noem didn’t see a pup still learning. She saw a problem. On a hunting trip, Cricket didn’t behave. He ruined the outing. He didn’t obey like the older dogs. He darted through the grass, chasing pheasants before the signal. He was too much. Later that same day, Cricket escaped from the truck. He ran into a neighbor’s yard and attacked chickens. It wasn’t vicious — it was instinct gone unchecked. But it was serious. She pulled him off. And then she made a decision. No trainer. No vet. No second chance. She took Cricket to a gravel pit. She told him to sit. And when he did — trusting her completely — she shot him. The pup who had just wanted to run. The dog with big soft ears and a tail that wouldn’t stop wagging. Gone. Left in the dirt, under the same sky he once chased birds in. And it didn’t end there. Back at the house was the goat. He didn’t have a name. Just “the goat.” She still had the gun. She shot him too. But the first shot wasn’t clean. He screamed, collapsed. She had to go back, get another shell, and shoot again. And that was the end of him. No one cried. No one buried him. Not even a name. Just silence. Cricket was a good dog. The goat was never given a name. But both deserved better. Please share and follow us ! We are no longer here but spread our names ! 20% of Dev wallets will go to abused aminals when we hit a billion market cap !