I was caught on the horns of a dilemma, then executed

I, Cedar, may be as dead as the narrator of the film “Sunset Boulevard.” But from my warm and dry pen in caprine heaven, I can still hand down a hard lesson for my fellow Californians:

Never, ever, let the government get your goat.

The story of my short life is a parable of these head-spinning times, when cruel is the rule, and mercy is as rare as affordable housing. The circumstances of my death also raise questions about the responsibilities of children, the harshness of animal husbandry and the excesses of law enforcement.

But the hardest question is the most straightforward:

Who killed me?

There are many suspects in this hiricide.

Did I die because of the young child who raised me?

Until shortly before my death, I was under the care of a 9-year-old girl in Shasta County, who decided to enter me in last year’s Shasta County Fair. What she didn’t seem to understand was that county fairs aren’t all fun and fried dough. Entering me into the fair meant I could be auctioned off for slaughter.

And that’s what happened. I was auctioned, for $902, to state Sen. Brian Dahle, who was the Republican candidate for governor in 2022. When it was time to hand me over, the 9-year-old cried and refused to let me be taken away.

Fair officials insisted ... that farm animals aren’t pets and that I had to be carved up.

Cedar the Goat

Was my death the fault of fair officials?

Dahle, as purchaser, was willing to cancel the sale — he knows what it’s like to get slaughtered, having lost to Gavin Newsom by 19 points. My former owner’s mother begged for my life, saying she was willing to buy me back.

But fair officials insisted that rules were rules, that farm animals aren’t pets and that I had to be carved up. My death, the fair CEO said in an email, would also teach that little girl, and all children, life lessons — specifically that “making an exception for you would only teach youth that they do not have to abide by the rules that are set up for all participants.”

Was it the long arm of the law?

I used to stare across the pasture and wonder about the life of sheep.

After the fair, I finally went on the lamb.

Instead of handing me over for slaughter, my owner’s mom took me away and placed me at a Sonoma County farm that could care for me.

The fair insisted this was grand theft and called the Shasta County authorities. Crime levels are high in that county, but the sheriff ’s office devoted resources to getting a warrant and sending deputies well outside of their jurisdiction, 200 miles southwest to Sonoma, to bring me back to Shasta County. They didn’t read me my rights or give me an extradition hearing.

Was it another management failure by Gov. Newsom?

The governor has declared that the death penalty will no longer be carried out in his state. But his office didn’t stop my execution. When the deputies got me back to Shasta County, they turned me over to fair officials, who had me slaughtered, without a trial before a jury of my fellow goats.

Are state legal officials, and the courts, not to blame?

Not only did the legal system fail to protect me, it has stood in the way of justice for my death. After my

execution, the 9-year-old girl and her mom sued the fair, claiming a violation of the Fourth and 14th Amendments, and of state laws allowing minors to back out of contracts.

You might think state officials, for PR reasons, would settle the case quickly, perhaps with an apology that emphasized their supposed commitments to children and to the right to choose. Instead, state Attorney General Rob Bonta — who needs to increase his name recognition in advance of an expected run for governor in 2026 — recently countersued the girl’s mother, demanding that she pay all legal costs associated with the case.

When government officials are willing to treat a child and mother like that, you can’t back down. You have to be even more stubborn than a goat and cultivate a fierce gruffness. Looking back, I wish I could have behaved like the big, third goat in the children’s story “The Three Billy Goats Gruff,” who, when a troll tries to gobble him up, doesn’t negotiate. Instead, he pokes the troll’s eyes out with his horns.

When the authorities come for your goat, or someone else you don’t want to give up, don’t get got like me. Think of me, Cedar the Goat, and keep defending the rights of children, the rights of animals and your right to poke the eye of anyone who would punish you for holding on to another living thing.

Lezlie Sterling/Sacramento Bee Jessica Long’s daughter holds a photo of Cedar, her goat that was auctioned in the Shasta County Fair before her family took him back.