This morning I went out to feed, and found that my little Hood had passed away in the night. Good-bye little guy...you will be missed!
Hood is the dwarf mini I have been babysitting for about a month or so.
I called him 'my' little Hood because I fell in love with this little guy and in my own way, took claim to him...okay, he took claim to me! My Mom has said that I have always liked the underdogs, and I go for the ones that need to be saved (I think she meant guys...but animals fit in well here. ha ha!) Hood was the underdog, but he had heart and he was full of himself! He even started nickering to us and he was quite the chatterbox!
Last night everything was normal. He was eating and drinking good, he was making faces at me and head butting me when we worked on handling his feet, and he enjoyed having his itchy spots on his neck scratched. There was a little spot on his nose that had been infected at one point, and even that was healing nicely. When I found him this morning, it looked like he had layed down and went to sleep. I hope it was as peaceful as it appeared. We as humans worry about that.
Jester, the most recent donk we acquired from a neighbor, and Tripp were the two who helped dry my tears. These two just stood there with their heads against my shoulder.
The necessary calls were made this morning, and I am waiting to hear if they would like him buried on the hillside with the other small critters. He is smaller than the last two dogs we buried.
It is a very sad morning, but at least he passed away where he was loved.
Hood will be missed!
UPDATE: Hood will be buried here. :-)
Karen and Tripp