Let me tell you what happened in a dream.. two nights ago.
Loss is one of the hardest things one can get through, in my opinion. Two nights ago I had a dream. But first, let me give you some background. My mother got a horse named Doc when she was 14. He was 7. When she had me, it wasn't long before I rode him. The first time I rode Doc, I couldn't crawl, let alone walk or talk. My mom was behind me, holding the reigns. As he walked around, I was clapping and yelling. He didn't even flinch. I had my first show on him. We even won first place! One of my favorite stories is one of him. A guy... let's give him a random name... Joe. Joe was walking around the farm Doc was at, looking for horses. The owner of the farm.. his fake name will be... Mac.. Mac was showing him a lot of horses, but then Joe pointed to Doc. "What about him?" He asked. Mac laughed and shook his head. He said, "Sir.. there is not enough money in the world to buy that horse." It's true. Doc died on November 14, 2018. I miss him so much... Liquid filled his lungs and he couldn't breathe. He chose where he died, and he lies beneath the ground in the exact spot he passed on today. In my dream, I was on a field. They say nothing is perfect, not even Heaven, but that is a lie. The grass was bright green and thick. Flowers were scattered. Bright purple and pink flowers. The sky was a perfect baby blue and the clouds that dotted the sky were perfect and fluffy... then I heard thunder. I heard thunder so loud and sudden, I thought it was right above me. It wasn't thunder. Hundreds of thousands upon millions of horses galloped up the hill. Gorgeous, perfect horses. Leading it was none other than Doc. Perfect, sleek-coated Doc. I had only known him when he was older, but I had seen pictures of him when he was younger. There are no words to explain what I saw. His tail was long and full, his mane glossy and shining. His fur was fluffy, though it looked wet at the same time. The stars reflected on it, and... oh.. I can't explain it well enough... he trotted up to me, and he seemed to be smiling. Beside him was July, his best friend. July was so, so gorgeous... his fur was shimmering so it looked like stars were playing on both his and Doc's fur. There were so many perfect horses... I believe... I believe it was no other place than Horse Heaven. Doc came to tell me he's alright... He's happy. He's free. If you have had horses that have died, I'm telling you now: They're safe. They're free.
