Daisy's Meadow Dance

Daisy was a bundle of golden joy. A Haflinger with a cream-colored coat and a mane so pale it looked white, she was perpetually cheerful. She had a bouncy, energetic trot that made riding feel like dancing. She loved children and would lower her head for tiny hands to braid flowers into her forelock. She had a habit of 'singing' at feeding time—a series of happy squeals and nickers that made everyone laugh. The pasture feels less bright without her sunny presence grazing by the oak tree, less musical without her morning greeting. Her stall, once filled with her sweet hay-scent, now just smells empty.