Pimmy

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Yesterday, my donkey, Pimmy, ate most of her painkiller-laced breakfast. At lunchtime, when I came home to feed the horses, Pimmy still moved pitifully. By evening, she was waiting for me at the gate with her painful hoof fully resting on the ground. A good sign, because that hoof previously has been held lifted. Still, however, she walked with a limp and maybe appearing less awful.

Today, more of the same. She’ll have breakfast in the barn, some sort of deliciousness laced with a painkiller. My weirdo donkey! She might or might not eat. Fingers crossed.

While at work, sometimes I’m asked to stay longer because of employees calling in. I’m willing as the store’s super busy, and I like the place. Besides, my work ethic won’t let me refuse. However, there’s a balancing act between working away from home and horse-keeping. The horses need feeding several times daily, and fortunately, mine have decent weights. If that changes, I’ll stop working away from home.

Dear Friends: Thanks to all who have fingers crossed for sweet Pimmy. Diana