somewhere in God’s own space ~
there must be some sweet, pastured place.
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow;
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses
The Bean has left to join his mare.
The cost of loving an animal is high, but the emptiness I’m feeling now is better than the void of not having had 23 years of good times and great memories with The Bean. So run free Little Brother. And give my love to Tia.