Astoria, the horse my husband had saved so many years ago, galloped through the crowd with an urgency that seemed almost human. Her presence was both a shock and a comfort. She was part of our family, and her reaction to my husband’s death only mirrored the chaos and loss I felt inside.
As she approached the coffin, the crowd parted like the Red Sea, allowing her through. I could see the confusion and fear in people’s eyes, their whispers cutting through the murmurs of grief. Yet, there was an unspoken understanding among us all: Astoria was here for him, her savior, her friend.
