The woman who for years has pastured her horse Rusty just down the lane from our place told me about a month ago that she was going to move him to a farm several miles from here, and last week a big pickup truck and horse trailer showed up and took my horse friend away.
Nearly every day it’s been part of my routine to put horse treats or an apple in my pocket and our dog Pax and I would walk down to visit Rusty.
Rusty’s owner knows what buds her horse and I are, and she kindly told me I could go visit him whenever I want. I’ll do that, of course, but for now I really miss having Rusty close by.
