We’ve got two animals on the farm that aren’t doing so well.
Eddie the sheepdog is showing his age. He has a hard time getting up, and his back legs are really weak. He barks for no reason, constantly, making us think he’s senile. He’ll growl and bite when you try to help him up, and he’s having some digestive issues. Eddie’s about 13 years old. I think we could best describe him as a grumpy old man, but the lovable kind.
Bill the Percheron draft horse isn’t doing well either. He has had tumors for a few years now, and in the past week or so he’s started acting strangely. He lies down a lot, which he never does. He doesn’t eat his grain, and he even had some convulsions last night. Today, he seemed to be off in his own world when I went to visit him. I’m guessing he’s about 18 years old, and there’s not really anything we can do for him except make him comforatble and let him spend time with the other horses. His teammate Vinny lives in the pen with him, and Annabelle and Isabelle are right next door. Yesterday, I went to visit him and they were out to pasture. It was a beautiful view of Bill lying on the hill, the sun setting through the old maple tree on the horizon. I didnt’ have my camera, but I’ll never forget how pretty it was. Here are some other pictures of Bill.
Bill’s on the left
Bill’s in the middle (1999)
While I’m hoping that both Eddie and Bill will make full recoveries, I know that’s unlikely. Growing up on the farm, I learned that death is a part of life. While I’ll certainly miss these animals when they’re gone, I take comfort knowing that they had long, happy lives here with us. We love them, and they love us back.