*Sage is gone. Not gone from this world, but gone from our immediate lives.
Just like little birds are fledged from the nest; like humans leave their familial homes to take the world on; so do little foals grow into big horses and need to find families of their own.
That is where *Sage has gone; to a new place, to a family who loves him, and to a little girl who wants to grow with him and share all sorts of fantastic adventures.
To them I say "Godspeed" and "Fare thee well". This is the type of adventure story books will be written about.
A friend shared an anonymous poem with me that seems most appropriate for this time:
"It came to me that every time I lose a horse, they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new horse who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be horse, and I will become as generous and loving as they are."
*Sage, from you I learned so much. I'll miss you.