Late last night, our 30+ year old gelding (we've had him 20 years) layed down and couldn't get up. He passed away with a little help from our vet this morning. I remember being a toddler and riding him down to the lake with my mom. Two of our mares stood by his gravesite all day. My mare, Stormy, who was practically his adopted daughter seems more upset than Abby. Our herd is lost without it's leader. I will miss him forever. Seeing his georgous body get thin and fragile broke my heart. Here he is back in his day. Wasn't he something? Our neighbor's dog, Puppy (who was not a puppy) was shot by someone the other day. Even though we dislikes him, we really miss him. He had a bad temper and fought with everyone else's dogs all the time...and ya know what? That is why Puppy was so special. I'm really gonna miss getting off the bus to him sitting there and growling at me. Weird thing to miss, but he was so intelligent and beautiful. Whoever shot him needs to be shot. You don't kill innocent animals. He was obviously not killed accediently because of some gory facts I'd rather not state. Thanks for listening. On a happier note, a chick hatched out of my bator around midnight and her name is Cypher. Since we lost two, I know at least one more MUST hatch. Gives me two little lives to focus on.