Dear Diary,
Boxer is gone.
He is gone for real.
He is dead, I cannot accept that news. My companion, my mate, my friend and my soul mate. This is impossible. How will the farm survive without him? Squealer had just announced Boxer’s death, saying he had died ‘peacefully’ in the hospital at Willingdon. Boxer was said to receive every attention a horse could have but unfortunately he had died, but something tells me that Squealer was speaking blasphemy. So many things were happening and I am now all alone without Boxer. I do not who know who to believe and what to do.
Life was tough and laborious. Despite the cold and harsh weather and the shortage of food, all of us animals, except for the pigs, worked hard and pulled through the winter to finish the windmill. There was more and more trading and more of the reduction of food. However, we kept persevering and pressing on through the winter. Squealer gave long and convincing speeches for Napoleon and now, every once a week, we would have a Spontaneous Demonstration as Napoleon had said. Things have changed drastically ever since the Rebellion. Our lives have never been harder than ever.
Throughout all these, my mate, Boxer has shown great determination and perseverance. He would work from dawn till dusk! He never took a break and never complained. Even though Boxer seemed to be a great role model to all my fellow comrades, worrying thought came to my mind every time I thought about Boxer. He has been working harder than usual on the windmill. It seemed harder and tougher for him as he had a split hoof and was limping. Every evening, my dearest Boxer would privately admit to me that his split hoof had troubled him a great deal. Benjamin and I would continuously tell him to lessen his work load and to take a break as his lungs would not last any longer if he continued pushing himself to work really hard. He would refuse listening to us and insisted on working harder then before and saying that his last and only wish was to see the windmill well under way before he reached the age of retirement. Hence, the only thing I could do for Boxer was to treat his hoof by chewing poultices with herbs and giving them to him.
Just 5 days ago, when working hours had long passed, I was on the farm when two pigeons came racing in exclaiming at the top of their lungs, saying that Boxer had fallen on his side and was unable to get up! Concerned, about half the animals on the farm came racing out! Boxer had said that his lung was the main cause of it, as it was getting weaker. The only thing I could think of was to report to Squealer and the pigs about what had happened. The other animals had all ran to report to Squealer while me and Benjamin had stayed by Boxer’s side. After what seemed like forever, Squealer came, looking concerned and full of sympathy. He had said Napoleon had made arrangements to send Boxer to the hospital in Willingdon. I felt rather uncomfortable about sending Boxer there.
Boxer had been resting for the next two days and was given medicine by the pigs. I had been working at the windmill at midday, suddenly I heard Old Benjamin braying at the top of his voice saying Boxer is being taken away. Suddenly Benjamin then exclaimed that the van he was in was stated ‘Alfred Simmonds, Horse Slaughterer and Glue-Boiler, Willingdon…’ My heart jumped upon hearing what Benjamin had said! I cannot let them take away my dearest Boxer!! I pursued the van and scream at the top of my voice telling Boxer to get out. He seemed to have understood and started kicking tremendously to break free from the van, but slowly, the kicking grew fainter and fainter, and eventually it died. That was very last time I was my companion and my mate, Boxer.
Days after the incident, Squealer came expressing his sorrows for Boxer and what he had said and how he died, also saying that Boxer was never sent to the knackers.. Napoleon gave a short speech and the pigs left.
I felt lonely, heartbroken and I missed Boxer dearly. Why does Boxer have to leave me? If only he had listened, he wouldn’t have gone away! Boxer, oh, Boxer! My heart is yearning for him. I feel like a part of me has been torn away.
I am hoping Boxer is now in a better place where it is not laborious and full of misery like in Animal Farm. I miss him so dearly.
Heartbroken.
Signing Off,
Clover <3
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