05/26/2026
We had a real gut punch yesterday. We had to let our buddy Ken go. A few years back, Ken came into the rescue with his pony pal, Barbie. The two of them were like peas and carrots. Ultimately, we had to separate them because Barbie was getting enormously fat and Ken still needed to be eating a lot of food. Barbie went in with some other chubby ponies, and Ken became (in his opinion) King of the mule pasture. He's lived with his two wives, Rosie and Maisie for the last couple of years, bossing them around and mostly eluding capture by his human friends. It was always an adventure when you had to go get Ken for something.
Recently, we had to have one of Ken's eyes removed because it had a cancerous tumor in it. He recovered well from that and was back to doing "Ken things". However, on Sunday at breakfast time, Ken didn't come over to eat. I was hoping for a moment that he was just not in the mood for my company at the moment, but.......
I knew Ken was ill when he let me walk right up to him and put a leadrope on him. He was, in fact, colicking, I think quite badly, but he really didn't want to complain too much about it. If you have not spent much time around mules and donkeys, you may not know that they really don't exhibit pain the same as horses. They are generally quite stoic, and it makes it hard to evaluate how big of a mess you're in. As it turned out, Ken was in a pretty big mess. Dr. Shane Baird, owner of Mobile Veterinary Services, LLC ,was out multiple times, and at some points it seemed we might be making some progress, but ultimately, we had to admit we had lost. Through it all, Ken, although very sick and surely in a fair amount of pain, remained so steady and uncomplaining it was hard to believe he was really not going to make it.
I know Ken had a great life with us. I'm pretty sure he had never had a great life before coming here. I also know we did the last nice thing we could do for him by letting him go. But still......it just hurts.