Rhonda was one of the OLD gals here. We had a picture of her from 2013, and she was fully grown. That put her at about 12 years old at the youngest when we took over. She was a really beautiful old grandma. Sassy. Opinionated. Smart. She was no nonsense. She marched right up to the Bus Stoptrough and demanded her spot amongst the herd, like a bingo granny at the casino buffet in her sneakers and capri pants.
Rhonda had been cared for by our crew for two solid years…day in and out. She had a massive skin cancer that we had managed palliatively, and she wasn’t spayed. Both of those issues caused a rapid decline in her quality of life. We helped her maintain her dignity at the end of her days and gave her all the time we possibly could.
Rhonda made the trip to the University of Tennessee with her good friend Spanky. They had been snuggle buddies in the little herd we called the Curmudgeons. Spanky had his own issues that needed to be addressed, and we sent Spanky along with her so that they could be evaluated together. These friends made the final journey hoof in hoof…snout to snout. It was the very best we could do for both of them.
