RIP Sunny

This past Thursday, we faced the death of our very much beloved, 35+-year-old horse, Sunny. He defined what it means to be a noble creature, whether he was standing his nightly guard outside his goat friends’ stall, allowing my sons to safely learn horsemanship, or moving his body gently to not hurt us when we tried to help him up over his last few days.

Sunny, you will be greatly missed.

Sunny, in one of his favorite spots: in front of his food bowl.