Jet black, coal black, midnight black now unassuming but present. Her walk strained, each step deliberate. Last winter her urine stained the snow red (ish) (brown).
Once a queen; at our last visit her herd no longer (
recognizable); the favorite of Evelyn, not a favorite.
She outlived her usefulness (there), now just another to feed, emotions do not factor in
in a practical life.
Her life wrestled from death…from a bullet passing through the back of her skull to her mouth.