Old white horse gone

All that's left now are the remembrances of the friends and neighbors that loved him. Four simple little boquets tied to the fence, where once he stood and eagerly gobbled up fresh green grass, pulled up by children's hands and held out for him to savor.

"The old white horse" was the landmark for my little granddaughter, the spot we'd meet for pick-up or delivery whenever we traded her care for a day or two. It was the highlight for all of us, as we'd pull in across the road and he'd come trotting down to the fence to greet us. Sometimes, we brought apples or carrots and he'd whinney and let us pet him, as he chewed up whatever treat he was offered. He was gentle and sweet, and loved by all.

Then, suddenly he was gone. We'd look for him as we passed by on the highway, trying to catch a glimpse of him inside the small barn, but he wasn't there. Conversations ensued as we imagined all kinds of scenarios on where he might be.

Then, one day, with great sadness, we saw a fresh pile of dirt in the pasture, under the tree where he always stood. Next to it was a stump with a big pot of flowers on it, and we knew. We really don't know the story of what happened to our friend, and we wish we did. But this we do know: While he lived there in his pasture by the highway, this old horse brought many hours of pleasure and joy to those of us that loved him.

To his owners, we pass along our sincere condolences and thanks for sharing this sweet old boy with all of us. The corner of Hwy. 2 and Wrenco Loop Rd. will never be the same.

LOIS MILLER

Laclede