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I just found this today, written by someone who went through having to take this tough decision, I thought it was beautiful.
The Gate
For horses, life is but a series of gates.
The First Gate:
A push into a bright new world.
Flowers, grass, milk and love,
A mothers gentle touch and smell.
From that moment on there were so many more
gates to pass through.
The halter, the saddle, first ride, me.
All those passages.
You life has been a series of gates since then:
Gates to fields, stall doors, onto trailers, and many different fields.
We traveled together through the years,
You always waited patiently for me.
I was always there to let you through.
Now I see in your eyes the look,
The knowing,
Asking me in silent plea
To take away the hurt.
So now I'll lead you one more time.
To a gate to free you.
I can take you to it,
slip your lead,
to ease you through,
To a place I cannot follow,
a long passage beyond the fields we know.
Travel with my love.
Andrew Mychalus
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________________________________ Okay, who put a stop payment on my reality check?
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