Charlie fell again and he couldn't get up. Eric euthanized him and they buried him at the top of the pasture and planted a pear tree on top of his grave. He was 33 years old and until the last couple of days he was very happy and looked like a much younger horse.
Jo and I have both been experiencing a very interesting occurrence in the barn. We see Charlie out of our peripheral vision. Just a quick flash and then when we look, he is gone. It is quite odd and probably just a memory in our mind. But still, it makes us wonder. I've gotten to calling out, "Come on, Chuckles (my nickname for him) time to eat."
Click here for a little story I wrote a while ago in honor of him and Mark's 50th birthday.
|Charlie giving one of the ranch visitors a ride. Charlie gave a lot of rides in his life.|