I don't use the word "sweet" lightly. She was a most sweet, gentle donkey.
What am I missing about the girl?
That plaintive foghorn bray telling me it was time to eat.
Her soft-as-a-feather way of taking a treat. Such a light touch.
Her gentle manner in most ways. Very rarely was she pushy with the other donkeys and never ever with me or Rick or the farrier or vet. Never.
She had had a hard life before Crossroads Donkey Rescue was able to take her into their care. The rescue group suggests she might have been a breeding machine for an Amish farmer. When she was no longer useful, he approached Crossroads to buy her. (it's a good thing I will never meet that man)
They scooped her up
and she lived on one of the rescue farms before arriving at our place in the fall of 2015.
The most recent vet guess at her age was 25 years. Not extremely elderly for a donkey but the girl had not had TLC until late in her life. That took it's toll.
The girl was not a total donkey angel, however,
What will I not miss about sweet Alice?
Getting goosed every morning as I latched the gate.
Trying all the tricks in the book to get Alice out of the hay aisle.
Eating her way through more than one hole in the barn.
But I'd take the girl back in a moment, in spite of her eccentricities.
You'll be missed Sweet Alice,
More than you know.
Take care on your new journey.