Tonka is gone.
He always gave himself freely to me
It was time to give him back to himself. In my heart I saw him go, and he trotted off with a jaunty arch in his neck and a joyful spring in his step. He looked back and he laughed at my sorrow, knowing it would pass. And he told me clearly that it is okay, and he is happy.
And then he went gladly on, without looking back,
to his next adventure.
He always did love adventure.