#1 here. Today, The Poupounette is in mourning. Yesterday, we lost our matriarch, our treasured Hotesse, at the age of 27. When I wrote yesterday's post, I was hoping that we would have a little more time, but it was not to be. She made it clear that she had reached the end of the road. She galloped off to the Bridge, free of pain, with me whispering to her and stroking her beautiful head. I shall do a tribute to her, but I am still in shock. Please give me a few days.
This photo is from 2012, when she still lived in the field next to the house, and was "only" 17 years old.