One day we found it dead. The only thing we could figure was that a cobra had bitten it. I mean, there was no plant life left, let alone any poisonous plants.
We lived in Guam when I was 3, I always had this dim memory of having to crawl under a house and being afraid. Finally, as an adult I asked about that memory, evidently the goat got rat poison that they had all over the island and crawled under there to die and I was the only one little enough to crawl under there and drag it out.