Tiger Lily in need of more tlc

Cuddle me, mum: Lily loves a fuss 

Poor Lily, who was two years old last week, has lost one of her horns - and the little thing still doesn't look like a beautiful unicorn.
She was debudded as a kid in Suffolk but the vet didn't do a great job and horns, of sorts, began to grow. One began to curl into her head so our own vet came out last week and gave it a trim. In the process, it was weakened and because goats constantly butt, usually playfully, Lily was left with the bloodied base of a horn last night.
The wound is quite fresh, and very pink [Lily the pink?], and there is a little dried blood on her head but Lily doesn't seem bothered and is eating and acting normally. My worried wife has given her few blasts of iodine antiseptic spray and she is anxiously awaiting the vet's arrival so she can examine Lily properly.
It's like an episode of All Creatures Great and Small, although you wouldn't neccessarily associate James Herriot with the tall, blonde, confident lady who will see our goat.
Lily is the youngest and most vocal of our five pygmy goats and she was bottle-fed along with Rupert, who is just a few days older. She's not the prettiest, but she's a cutey, enjoys a fuss and loves to sit with my wife on the garden bench while she is stroked and petted [the goat does, too]. That is until the others try to push her out of the picture as they vie for the attention of "mum".
Incidentally, my wife came up with these names for her babies because Tiger Lily was a friend of Rupert the Bear. Reg and Molly, the oldest who are twins, were named after a lovely elderly couple who are parents of goat breeder Heather's partner Adrian, and Ralph is named Ralph, well, because it suits him. So now you know!
By the way, did you know that good old Rupert the Bear, long associated with the Daily Express newspaper, is six years older than Winnie the Pooh and eight years older than Mickey Mouse?

How's my chum? Rupert looks worried