The morning dew was shimmering across the pasture and the sun was shining bright. We took our time leading you from the house knowing it's hard for you to walk. It was so quiet and seemed like time had stopped. Even the truck behind us quietly trailed behind slowly. You must have sensed it was your last time walking down by the arena .
We stood there in the pasture saying our goodbyes, Brick , and feeling our hearts breaking. Two shots and it was over.
We buried you in the back corner, near the arena , where the deer will visit you, the birds will sing to you, and Chief will watch over you as he grazes near by.
Your no longer hurting to get a breath, no longer struggling to walk, and no longer having difficulties seeing. Your running with great horses in green pastures in the Masters herd.
You will be missed by not only us but your pasture buddy , Chief.
We loved you and will see you again....
Goodbye Old Friend....
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