Today was the day, and let me tell you, it was tough. I’m not sure I’ve cried so hard in a really long time, maybe not ever.
But he went with a full belly of alfalfa and treats and fresh green grass. He was still full of dapples, and spunk. It made it harder on me but I’m so glad he wasn’t thrashing or scared. He just went to sleep.
It hurts like hell. I’m going to miss his face over the stall door and the crazy way he would freak out over the bugs. I’m going to miss him standing next to me and sighing.
He was the very best. I’m not sure I could find (or afford) another one like him.