You turn a blind eye, you push away the inevitable and your denial is so complete that when the day comes it cuts you down at your knees, rips your heart out, tramples your soul and stuns your brain.
You have failed, and with that failure another gentle soul crosses the bridge as the reins slip through your hands, leaving you alone and broken.
After a devastating battle with EPM, Moose has laid down his head and left his pain behind.
His suffering has ended, while ours has been extended and intensified.
The gentle giant who graced our land has moved on, and the void that has opened in our souls seems unfathomable.
His hoof prints shall forever remain imprinted upon our hearts.
We miss you Moose, you shall never be forgotten.
May we one day join you in the peace that is yours.
Categories: The Force of the Horse