In heaven, there is a horse of chestnut color, flowing mane, and billowing tail.
His wings, made of the finest feathers, stretch against the sky, lifting him higher to the heavenly realm.
My horse, Cazzar, runs with angels.
Surefooted, he climbs stars in the night sky and soars amongst the Milky Way. His home, the clouds, mark the sky.
His spirit is free from heartache and suffering.
My soul lingers with him in the sky so blue I can scarcely see his angel wings.
If there is a place for horses in heaven, Cazzar is there. His heart given out in this earthly sphere, spirit, and soul living in my memory.
Riding and laughing, soaring amongst meadows of trees green and water blue.
The sun shining on angel wings.
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