The mule died after we plowed…… he ate and drank and I watched him sleep,,,,,, his legs were moving in a slow steady gait and I felt he was happy and finally at peace……I remember that day when I till in the rain and I see his face and I hear him say…..”keep pushing friend you worked me hard and you treated me fair and when your time comes we can plow up here”…….I loved that mule

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