Out to Pasture

“Lord, I hoped I’d never come to this day. I’m blind, Charlie, and I can’t take care of you anymore. Hell, I can’t even take care of myself. They’re putting me out to pasture. Some old folks home with a fancy name. It doesn’t really matter where I go. Don’t want to be anywhere but here.

You’re my family. You’re the only thing I care about. I could always trust you to do what I asked you, and in some tricky situations too. You saved my bacon many a time.

Well, it’s over now, for me. Not for you. Phil will take good care of you. He’ll come out and ride you when he has time. You’ll get to stay right here in your own pasture, your own barn. That riding teacher lady will let you take the older kids for rides. You be good to them, don’t scare them too much. It won’t be the same for you either, but then you’re getting old too.

Well, goodbye there old friend. I sure am going to miss you.