In your poem, Transmutation, you write about your horses death. How did you know when to make the decision to “put him down”?

It was a tough decision.  For some reason I realized that my husband and I would grow older, but I never thought about our horses aging.  They were both filled with vitality and vigor.  The beginning of the end for Tigger was a diagnosis of cancer and Cushing’s Disease.  He endured three surgeries for the cancer and became steadily weaker from the Cushing’s.  A few months after his 30th birthday the Vet declared that it was time.  We had originally planned to bury him on our five acres, but heard about the Wolf Sanctuary in Julian.   Thinking about his cells continuing to live on in the body of a wolf comforted me.

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