In his yard, very suddenly. He seemed normal (for a value thereof that was very old, deaf, nearly blind, and unable to do more than hobble around, but hobble he did, with determination) in the morning when I put him out; he was eager to come out of his crate, and got his morning petting before I went down to feed the horses. When I went to bring him in out of the heat, I found him looking as if he'd lain down to sleep. I knew a few days ago that he was ready to go, but was expecting to have to call on the vet to help. He took care of it himself.
He's buried under the tree outside his yard, next to Tenshi, and not far from Taminy and his old friend Shadow the Doberman--who made her last trip to the vet four years ago almost to the day.
Writers, the next time you write about "they buried their lost comrade and then marched all night," I'll know you've never dug a grave. It's grueling hard work, especially when you have to hack through caliche. (I've dug four now. It doesn't get easier.)
Spot is a little subdued, but she has the cats, and her human. She lost her playmate some time ago; he was too feeble.
Below the cut, some pictures of the boy in his heyday.
( Kaz )He was a good boy. He lived a long time for what he was, but when I hugged Capria (who turns 22 next Tuesday), I told her how glad I am that horses live so much longer. It's never long enough.
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