It is done

So sorry for the lack of happenings here, I've be lurking and reading your blogs, but I just haven't been up to writing this post.  Last Monday was the day. My dear sweet Mojito went to join a long list of amazing horses in pony heaven.  It was just time, his condition continued to slowly worsen and the nasty ice/mud of winter didn't help. The look in his eye finally told me it was ok, he was ready.  Darn it though, it didn't make it any easier. So in a trip painfully similar to that fateful one in January Sprinklerbandit and I hauled my boy in and said goodbye.  I know in my heart it was the right thing to do, but if I think on it for more than a few seconds the tears flow freely. Daily I miss the sing song greeting of his nicker.  I know he is back to gallivanting across fields with his incredible floating gaits and the worried crease of his brow is gone.
Adding salt to the wound I also said goodbye to my grandma that same Monday.  She was slipping away and gave me a final 'I love you more' and smile before she passed on thanksgiving day. I like to imagine that she is riding on my Mojito as she dreamed of for the years she watched him out her window.