Home at last

After a couple hours sleep, it was up and back to the real world. I had my days mixed up and thought that the farrier was coming...but I was wrong.

I had to phone around and find a guy to come and dig a grave for Lucky. That was my main concern for the day.

We found a guy in Mundare who would come out in the afternoon for us. He had been here before for the same reason.

It was a long hard day but I made it through it all.

I got some great e-mails and phone calls from friends. We all laughed and cried together over our memories of Lucky.