10 Moments That Teach Us Kindness Is Still the Quiet Superpower That Rebuilds Broken Hearts


Down the road from my grandmother’s house, a farmer kept one goat who refused to sleep in the barn and waited on his porch every evening instead. My grandmother called it a reasonable decision and brought him apple peels. These 14 farm animals made the same decision, and their families gave up arguing about where a goat or a pig belongs.
“This is Willow, a premature Longhorn calf. She has been raised by dogs and thinks she is one.”
She comes in and out of the house depending on what she feels. She has a stall in a barn, but she’s so tiny that she just walks under the gate and follows me to the house and who could say no to that face?
She has toys and loves to cuddle and chew on them. She has a dog bed, wears dog sweaters and loves bananas! She will fall asleep on your lap, and search you out for scratches.
She’s mostly house trained but she sometimes has trouble through the night so she has diapers just in case.
This family’s two golden retrievers, Hank and Ruca, came trotting home across the field one spring day, and the home camera caught what they had brought with them: a lamb. The family took him in and named him Morris. Now he lives in the house as a happy house lamb, with the two dogs he calls his brother and sister.
“Hi, my name is Morris! My new brother and sister, Hank and Ruca, my golden angels, rescued me.”
“Mama goat rejected this little. I guess we have a house goat now!”
She had triplets. This little guy was the littlest and the two stronger kids wouldn’t let him nurse. As he got weaker, she wouldn’t let him nurse either. Mother Nature is pretty rough.
He’s crate training, and then we just follow him around. His schedule is pretty predictable. Bottle, clean up, nap. Repeat.
Bottle baby goats are always lap goats. We have a small herd of goats, and you can always tell the babies that were on the bottle. They are just so cuddly!
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My grandmother never gave the farmer’s goat a name. She said it wasn’t her goat to name, the same rule she keeps for the box turtle she carries across the road. She called him the evening shift instead, because he took his post on that porch at six every night and stayed until the farmer turned off the kitchen light.
I recently was on my porch and watched a truck drive by and STOP in the middle of the road and let a baby goat out. I took her in and went to the vet immediately.
She’s a very healthy goat. I bought the baby goat formula they recommended as well as bottles and she refuses to eat. I’ve named her Chloie and I really don’t know what to do. I’ve tried giving her to one of my mother goats and they won’t take her.
The vet said she’s approx. a week and a half old and still on milk, she’s adorable and so sweet she’s been sleeping next to me on the couch!
I plan to keep her, she’s very sweet.
I was only able to get an ounce in her today after trying everyone’s recommendations. After trying maybe 4 different milks as well as 1 formula. I found that whole milk warmed to 103 and a human baby bottle did the trick.
She’s found her favorite spot on my bed and a baby blanket she seemingly always lays on which are definitely signs she’s getting comfortable!
Call me crazy but [an underwater fish cam on TV] she sat on the end of my bed watching it foreverrrrr.
I’ve got a baby I had to take from my herd since she was rejected so that’s her buddy for now, I’ve another goat coming for her that’s her age as well.
This pig is famously stubborn and almost never cuddles. One evening, his human was eating crackers in bed when he climbed up, and everyone assumed he was after the snacks. The crackers ran out. He stayed anyway, settled in and lay down right on top of his human, cuddling for the very first time.
“So happy I caught this on camera, he never usually cuddles with me, he’s so stubborn.”
“My mom’s indoor chicken, Penelope”
My mom first brought in Penelope because all the other chickens seemed to pick on her but it’s been over a year now and mom still is keeping her inside. Apparently she’s tried reintroducing her to the coop multiple times and they’re just always mean, so I think Penelope is content with her lavish lifestyle. She loves relaxing by the fireplace.
My mom is a VERY clean person. I truly think her house is the cleanest of any house I have ever been in — even with an indoor chicken. I do believe she also uses the chicken diaper to manage for when she isn’t home or needs to concentrate on other business.
“Used to hate doing laundry”
Bummer kids, dam raised for the first few days. They’re so quiet — they just wait for food without screaming, and are small even for Nigerian Dwarves.
They binky all around the house, and my 3yo carries them (properly!) to Dad’s chair for snuggles and says, “Where are my guys?” when she can’t find them because they’re napping behind the wood stove.
We’re supposed to be downsizing on goats!!
They’re very small Nigerian Dwarf kids! They won’t fit in a couple days, but it’s a really handy bed for them until then, and they get to run around the house all day.
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The farmer told my grandmother he never decided to let the goat live on the porch. He just stopped dragging the straw bale back to the barn. By the second winter there was an old blanket on the bale and a bucket of water by the door. My grandmother says that is how most animals move in: one thing nobody puts back.
Maggie was the runt, and the most determined one this family had ever had. On the day she was born, they brought her inside, not sure they could do enough for her, and she fought to make it to the next day. Now she is running, jumping and climbing, and on good-weather days she goes out with the herd to what the family calls goatie daycare.
“She doesn’t cry anymore when I drop her off, but she still gets excited when I come to pick her up”
“Walked outside, found a pig hanging out with my dogs”
I eventually found the owner of the pig, but they had "set it free"...so we adopted it.
We’ve had him for 2 years now. My oldest son named him Pumba.
He’s still shorter than the husky mutt, but he’s dense. I’d say he’s close to 70lbs.
He’s one of the friendliest animals I’ve ever met. It probably helps that he was so young when he found us, because I’ve met pigs in the past that did NOT like people
All of our pets are rescues except for a goat named Lucky. Animals just show up and we think, “Eh, why not?”
“I think my Goat might possibly want to be inside.”
Either that or I have a very strange cat.
He was so proud of himself.
Sometimes I’ll be minding my business and then hear a disquietingly loud bleat behind me.
“The bleats are coming from inside the house.”
Not pictured: him rushing to the fiddle leaf fig to get a munch after getting inside. Yes, we know they’re toxic. Yes, we stop him. No, he doesn’t care.
“Had to bring my birds inside today due to the extreme heat outside, they are NOT house ducks, and they’re watching the washing machine—My dad walked past them sniggering, pointed to the washing machine and said ‘Petflix’”
I have a large box in the downstairs hallway (the coolest part of the house) so they can sleep inside during high heat since their house overheats easily and also in extreme cold when their microwavable pet heating pads aren’t enough. All you have to say is “bed time” and they excitedly waddle out to the hallway and wait to be lifted into their box bed.
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My grandmother peels apples in one long ribbon, a trick she says took her forty years. Every ribbon that fall went down the road to the porch goat, who ate it from one end like spaghetti. When I asked why her compost didn’t get the peels anymore, she said the compost never waited for her by the steps.
“Chicken went missing from the yard... found her inside on the couch.”
Was confused when I couldn’t find one of our chickens in the yard. All the doors were closed and we were outside with them, heard nothing. Decided to check inside. Behold, couch chicken. Seems she figured the screen door the dogs busted through was a perfect chicken door.
My larger dog didn’t see the screen door and ran through it, so now the bottom corner flaps open kinda like a dog door. We gave up on fixing it because he does that every time. The chicken saw that and used it as a door to get inside
“31st Birthday!”
Our Buddy turned 31 years old! This old man was born August 18th 1995 and he is still going strong. Whenever we go down to the barn, he is always the first to greet us. He gives the best cuddles. We are very lucky to get to love this guy in his golden years!
“Bo turned 10 years old today. I made him pig-friendly, peanut butter and banana cupcakes topped with raisins.”
When I got him 10 years ago I was naive and fully believed the breeder’s lies who said he was a “micro teacup” and would only grow to be 30lbs. Well now he’s 170lbs but I’ll always love him no matter his size.
He definitely is spoiled. I’m so happy I’m able to give him the best life with lots of people that love him.
Bo was supposed to stay at 30 pounds and grew to 170, and nobody in his house minds. An animal that moves in rarely asks first. It just keeps showing up at the same door until someone stops closing it.
Have you ever met an animal who was sure it belonged inside the house? Tell us in the comments.











