Friday 28 March 2008

Toby the donkey R.I.P.

Our poor oul donkey, Toby, had to be put down. He was very old, but active up until today when we found he couldn't stand up. He's been with us for over 20 years, and was an adult when we got him, so there's no way of telling what age he was.


A typical donkey, you could neither lead nor drive him, he just done his own thing hobbling about his personal garden and open-doored barn. There will be much bread eating done in donkey heaven.


  1. My condolences on your loss of donkey.
    Sweet looking thing, he shall indeed be Eeee-Awwwing at the Pearly Gates.

  2. Thank you. Boy could he Eeee-Aww!

  3. Midnight Walker

  4. That reminds me of a Toby incident. Years ago my mother heard somewhere that on Christmas eve night at the stroke of midnight all donkeys in the world kneel down in honour of Jesus' birth. We set off with our torch to sneak into Tobys' barn for a look at him. There he was in pitch black...standing up.

    Not so much of a midnight walker, more midnight stander, but sure.

  5. Only asses kneel at Christmas