She was the loneliest donkey of our Rifugio. You could spot Arianna always in the same place, at the bottom of the fence, stuck to the farther corner. It was rare to see her close to other donkeys and the few times she played, it was with Agostino or Poldo, two other lonely guys: maybe their connection was for this affinity, or for their pasts, which had left invisible yet always open scars.
We really hoped that we would have been able to heal them, but... Arianna, what a terrible joke you did.
First a severe colic; and then, when all the therapies seemed to have worked, it came the hyperlipemia, a secondary and deadly complication.
"Arianna fought for 6 days, and we have been by her side; but last Friday we lost our battle" said our Vet, dr Luca. "I will never forget her dignity and her courage. She was a great warrior".
"Lonely" is a synonim of "unique", and Arianna was both of them. But now that she's not with us anymore, we all feel so alone.