In the middle of the pasture,

We placed the majestic horse in a gaping hole

Of dirt.

Stiff were the legs

That had once carried

Us over the fields,

Laughing,

Drinking in the freedom

Of flying.

Closed were the eyes that had

Once looked upon me

With love and trust,

Full of the sparkle

Of life.

Gone were the blissful

Days in the meadows,

Our snug days in

The barn.

Before his eyes closed

For the last time,

They seemed to say,

“Don’t forget to whisper

Goodbye.”

I didn’t forget.