Minnie (aka Molly) had a good evening. She walked her fence line and was interested in others on the farm, especially the little minis on the hill.
She loved her alfalfa. She got a soupy mash every three hours through the night which she loved. She had even started to give a little bray when she saw us approaching with a meal.
She passed poop four times through the night after each meal. She was fed at around 5am and she seemed fine.
When I went back out just after 7am, she was gone.
There was a fresh pile of poop. No signs of a struggle. I am still in shock.
The vet said it could have been her heart, a clot, or perhaps an acute colic.
The only comfort I can find is that she finally knew what it was like to not be hungry, to have no demands placed on her. There were no expectations of her here, just a simple life surrounded by love. And she was truly loved.
Thank you all for caring about this very sweet mule.
My heart is simply broken.
Theresa
