Yukon's Death



Yukon in the Snow

Yukon, the white horse, died this morning.  She had lived more than 30 years.  Her end was expected, it was fairly easy on her, and it happened at an appropriate age.  Still, it's hard.

We took her in two years ago when the rancher she'd been living with couldn't provide the special care she'd be needing in her final years.  He gave her to us, as we were looking for a companion for our horse, Bree.  So, Yukon had an extra two years, and I think they were happy ones for her.  She really didn't need much other than extra food in a separate area, and she was affectionate and frisky, a good friend to Bree.

Living on a farm has really taught me to understand the idea that life and death are two sides of the same coin, and that's comforting.  However, Bree is lonely now, and we're feeling sad.  Death is never easy.  Yukon may not have been human, but she was still a friend of ours, and we'll miss her.