May 30, 2019
6 min read
All Good Horses Go to Heaven
Love Means Never Saying Goodbye
My two white mares share six acres of green Iowa grass. They have been together since one was a three-year-old and the other was roughly twenty (although I was told that she was twelve at the time). For fifteen years they have been pasture mates. They have been inseparable since they were brought together by a childhood dream and a long silver horse trailer.
