But as mourners gathered at the small church, umbrellas raised against the drizzle, a long, haunting whinny echoed across the valley. Everyone turned in unison. There he was: Storm, muddy, tangled, exhausted — yet determined. And his gaze never left his master’s coffin.
Slowly, he approached, lowering his head until his muzzle rested gently against the polished wood. The crowd stood frozen as Storm let out a low, broken sound — a cry that felt heartbreakingly human. He nudged the coffin, as if trying to recall the treats Thomas once held in his hand. Tears streamed freely among the mourners.
Even after the ceremony ended, Storm refused to leave the graveyard. Only when Thomas’ son, Daniel, quietly approached did the stallion follow him home, still glancing toward the stables as though expecting his master to appear.
The parish priest later remarked, “In all my years, I have witnessed devotion and sorrow — but never a love so pure as that between Thomas and Storm.”
When Storm eventually passed away, the family honored his lifelong loyalty by burying him beneath the oak tree near Thomas’ grave, ensuring the two companions would remain side by side forever.
Some bonds are eternal. Some farewells need no words.
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