He's gone.

Soon left us this morning at 12:30am. Another colic, the responding vet concurred it was not worth prolonging his suffering. He tried, we all tried, but it was not meant to be. He went peacefully and I was with him. I cannot express what he meant to me, what he did for me, and what he represented in my life. He was my life. I did not rescue him, he rescued me. He was my War Horse...they say old soldiers never die, they simply fade away. Thank you, Brother. I love you and I miss you already.



"Good-night, sweet prince;
And fights of angels sing thee to thy rest."