The Hardest Goodbye
The sun peaked over the horizon and leaked through the trees onto the forest floor and onto a small new form as it entered the world. The large black Clydesdale mare, Zulha, turned to clean her new colt gently licking his short wet fur. She looked him over, his black coat mirrored hers in every way, down to the large white face marking. She smiled sweetly, her heart filled with warmth as the little colt struggled to his legs and wobbled over to stand next to the mares back legs and take his first drink of milk. "Your name shall be Zhon," she stated to her colt, whos only response was a flick of his little wavy tail.
Just a half a horse length way Zulha's bright chestnut companion was also birthing. The black mare glanced over at Emberly, taking notice of her struggle to get the head to come out. "Breath deep, Emberly. Push, give it one big push." Emberly grunted with effort, but the head refused to emerge. She moved her whole