It's very quiet in the barn...

Even the chickens are quiet. It's like everyone is holding their collective breath to see what comes next.

It always happens after we loose a creature.

For those of you who don't know me, I despise 'playing' God. It's one of the reasons I am no longer Constable for our town. While I always defer to the professionals advice, it is still my signature on that piece of paper. It is not something that I have ever done with lightness of heart.

So, my dear boys, rest in peace. Gallop through the pasture in the sky. Think of me fondly. You all hold special places in my heart. Shiloh. Windstride Abacas. Chris. Buddy. Elias. and, latest, Tommy. You will never be forgotten.