As I start this Post the truck is coming down our road and up our drive. It was just here a few months ago. I didn't expect I'd see it again for a long, long time.
I never want to see it again.
While we waited for the vet, I fed Poco apples and grain. It wasn't enough time to tell Poco how much I loved him. How he is Noble, one of the Great Ones. We are supposed to have months and months to spend with our loved horses before we put them down. Not merely minutes.
Yet it was too much time as Poco suffered in pain. My husband bringing out his gun, telling me that if it takes much longer he is going to have to do the deed. Both of us in agony, both of us in pain, trying not to panic.
The vet arrived. The deed was done....
The truck is now leaving...I will NOT look out the window as it leaves. Yet I do look out the window, whispering Goodbye to Poco...I love you...rest in peace.