We are losing our muse...

Two weeks ago we agreed to sell the farm.

Two weeks ago, Nicky began to pass away.

He began eating less, and dropped weight with alarming speed.

I took him to the vet yesterday, and radiographs showed a large mass in his abdomen. Nicky likely has cancer. My vet did not recommend surgery.

Nick has stopped eating entirely today. I let him roam the farm for one last day, because it was beautiful and warm, and it is his place. But tomorrow I am afraid to let him out, because he is growing weaker, and I don't want him to just disappear. Mark found him asleep in the grass next to the barn, right out in the open. He obviously had grown tired and just stopped there.

Friday he goes back to the vet for his final visit.

The Owl Creek farm is really and truly nothing without Nick. He is it's puckish spirit. It's like he knew that once it was gone, there was no place for him.