The Newspaper Said It All

"Gone but not forgotten." Our little town has had a loss of an icon that most towns will never experience.  Tuesday morning, we lost Clarissa, our town burro! She was 27-years-old and was born in the field where she grew to fame and lived a life as a greeter of many who would include her in their morning, afternoon or evening walking route at the west end of town on Main Street.   

Reportedly, in the 1980's the Bureau of Land Management rounded up wild burros from Death Valley because of their large population and sent them to University of California, Davis where they could be adopted. A burro was adopted by some folks who soon had two burros when Cass (Clarissa's mom)  gave birth. The two burros lived quietly, almost anti-social for many years in the field at the end of Main Street. Then Cass passed away and before long Clarissa started becoming friendly to passers-bys.  In no time at all, Clarissa became "Murphys burro". I enjoyed  hearing her friendly bray especially in the morning from my home a couple blocks away. I will miss her.

During a morning walk in February of this year I took this photo of her while she was looking at Lily. 

  

She usually came to the fence to greet everyone,especially the dogs and many people would feed her carrots.

Clarissa will be missed. R.I.P. We loved you.

I hope you have a Bright and Sunny Day.