I will let you go, but know
I would that you'd stayed on,
Could the pain but have relinquished you and gone.
You gave so much in
life, but in the end,
This was all that I could do for you, beloved friend.
To me it seems so small,
And leaves my heart so empty, broken
And my grief is barely spoken.
I feel it most when
I'm walking past your stall
It sticks me through the heart and pins me to the wall.
I built for you this sheltering space
But you're gone and it sits, a lonely place.
I will let you go,
Yet would I have you stay with me.
And little mare, you know
That held within my heart you'll always be.
L.K.
Miller
What can I say, when I can hardly believe you're gone? You're still so
much alive in my thoughts.
You were a great little horse. People had a good time when they rode you,
even if backsides took a beating at the trot sometimes. It was rough for
you and I at first, but eventually we knew each other well. You knew before
I told you, what I was going to ask. I always loved how your head bobbed
eagerly when we went trail riding or somewhere else we'd never been before.
It seemed like you enjoyed it just as much as I did.
I never begrudged your growing old. I was happy to have you around even if
we couldn't ride you. You were wise and enjoyed a cuddle more as you aged.
Besides, who else was going to put Sundance in his place? He still needs
it, by the way. My herd is without its boss mare of 20 years. Your son misses
you, as do all of us you touched by your lifetime of love and
service.
With love for my good
mare,
Lori
Molly 
