A month ago, I had a flat in a fierce thunderstorm in the country. Got out to look at it quickly and hopped back in truck. A few minutes later a bolt came down and killed a horse I was watching in the field about 40 feet from me. Knocked it over dead and sent seven others away in flight across the field. I think it never knew what hit it. Later, the owner came out and we talked. The horse was over 30 years old and had had a good life. Then, a clean death.
What Native Americans call a “Good Death”..............meaning totally ‘Natural’............
My neighbor had two horses killed when a power line fell on the road by her house. The electricity went from the pavement to the corral about 60 ft away, the ground was wet from a earlier rainstorm and the poor horses died in pain as they tried to kick down the fencing before they succumbed.