R.I.P. Moonie

I arrived at the farm on Monday and was told that over Christmas, Moonie, the blind horse, had taken a turn for the worse. He’d had a tumor on his pulmonary artery for a long time and it was affecting him, causing him to repeatedly fall. The vet determined that his time had come.

I was so sad when I learned about him, especially since the blizzard last week had prevented me from leaving Connecticut and getting to the farm, but I was told that I would have missed him anyway.

Although I was still just getting to know Moonie, I knew that he was comfortable enough with me and my voice to come for food without prodding and accept my pets. I’m happy that I gave him a hug on the last day that I saw him.

xoxo