He's gone, but he's still… here. I can feel him near me, in the room. He's watching me, forced to watch his own father's tears and sadness. I can't see him, but I can feel his sadness as well. I so desperately want to hold him and tell him everything's fine.

That's what a father does; he protects his foals no matter what.

I want to hold him. But he's gone.