For a few days Clover and Benjamin tended to Boxer as he lay in his stall unable to do any work. They kept him company, bandaged his wounds, and made sure he was comfortable until the arrangements to take him to the hospital were finalized. They could only be with him in the evenings after work, but they did their best. Boxer said that when he was fully recovered, he would retire and educate himself. The van to take him to the hospital in Willingdon came around midday while the others were still at work. Everyone came to wave him off anyway, but then chaos erupted through the crowds. Benjamin shouted at the animals, he called them fools but I was unable to understand why. What had gotten into him? Then he read out the words on the van, and I was in shock. They were sending him to the slaughterhouse! He was going to die, and there was nothing any of us could do. The animals shouted to Boxer and chased after the van. It was then that Boxer kicked at the van in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was no use. He was carried away to the knackers. After a couple days Squealer spun a tale that the van had been previously owned by the knacker’s and Boxer had in fact been sent to the hospital. But, Boxer had in fact died, he told them. The hospital had given him intensive care but it wasn’t enough. At least he died happy is what Squealer said. Most of the animals believed his lies, but I knew the truth. Boxer was killed at the slaughterhouse. At least he finally made it to Sugarcandy Mountain and could rest after all of his hard work. Rest in peace Boxer.