Saying goodbye is never easy. And it’s even harder when the life has been well-lived.
In grass to her knees, on a warm summer day, the old dun broodmare stands vigil over her herd. Breezes from the river wash over her as the wind works just hard enough to keep the flies at bay. She’s at peace here. A leg cocked. Relaxed.
Her body, while clearly aged, is in good condition. Her legs only hint at the arthritis hidden underneath the skin, caused by a life well lived.
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