Oh, dear Erkka. I cried reading about the horses. Your horses are/were so special to our daughter Bella. She was 4 when she met them, gave them carrots, and she never ever forgot it. That moment at your place, the horses and the cats, somehow was absolutely magical for her. She still, from time to time, talks about going back there. If it was hard for me to read it, imagine for you... So sorry to hear that your lovely friends are gone. And how magical that they knew what was happening this time, and they let it happen. They were ready. How old were they? Monica and? I don't think I can tell Bella about it. Thinking of you. Big, big hug. Gio