Sorry to hear about Mike, Nancy! Since you have never mentioned taking the goats out in the boat. I have found this poem to cheer you up!

Remember, there are no small victories. Amazon is amazing!
The Goat and the Giant Otter by sylvabak
I sat and drifted in my boat
Accompanied by my friend, the goat!
I kid you not she knew her stuff,
Although her voice could be a little gruff!
She’d sailed the seven seas you know,
Gone where other goats feared to go!
She’d even sailed around Cape Horn,
And done it while she was being shorn!
But today we were drifting on a lake
We’d even brought along some cake!
Why I bought cake I’ve no idea?
The goat she only drank French beer!
Why French beer I’ll never know;
Although small bottles are easy to stow!
She once drank rum and got in a fight,
She lost an ear, the one on the right!
Then suddenly she was acting the goat,
She started trying to rock the boat,
I grabbed her by her hairy chin,
And threatened to throw the old goat in!
She butted me and knocked me down,
If I threw her in she knew she’d drown!
She tried to push me out the boat
I started to hate that bloody goat!
I put the goat in a stranglehold
Then suddenly it went real cold
From the water a giant otter did rise
It truly was a wondrous size!
It spoke to me; as only giant otters can,
Saying “Why do you fight this goat, young man?”
“To stop the goat from sinking the boat,”
I said to the giant trying to be defiant!
“But I only see that your boat is afloat,
And you’re still holding the goat by the throat!”
“Cos if I don’t hold the throat of this lunatic goat,
Neither me, the goat or the boat will be afloat!”
The otter said to the goat in the boat,
“If the young man does let go of your throat,
Will you then please stop rocking his boat?”
What happened next I now will quote!
I released my hold on the throat of the goat
The goat then lunged at me in the boat.
As predicted, and I hope that you took note
Over went me, the goat and the boat!
Lucky for me I wore my life jacket,
But the goat she made a terrible racket.
The giant otter lifted her up
And popped her into a large tea cup!
He said he preferred goats’ milk in tea
I wondered what he would do to me.
But he took my boat and put it afloat
And picked me up by the collar on my coat!
He placed me back inside my boat
And I asked what might become of the goat?
He said the goat would be quite okay,
As long as she supplied him milk each day!
So I sat and drifted in my boat,
Wondering now of the fate of the goat,
If only she hadn’t drank so much beer,
That silly old goat might still have been here!