My mother, for good reasons, had to make the hard decision to send the two older horses along this spring. I was sad about Miracle, whose birth we discovered after church one Sunday 26 years ago. I still remember squeezing my body into the wall space between the stall and the back of the barn and peering through a knothole at his wobbly-legged, newborn self.
I was sad, too, for Millie's sake, who loves Princess dearly, though she grew too big to ride her quite a few months ago now.
The girls wanted to give them a good grooming to remove all that excess winter hair and help them look their best, so we lingered on Mom's lawn for a while.
The girls asked that I take some pictures of them with the sweet beasties.
And then they gave a few last rides to little bodies still light enough for weak backs and legs.