BWe buried him last night by my truck's headlights, down by our old windmill where the grass is always greenest. He had his Champion halter on, and we put a big bag of carrots by his head, and we dumped some senior feed next to him (he always dumped it out of his bucket, so we did it for him) and I gave him one last hug and kiss.
What a wonderful tribute and such a nice way to bury him with the things you know he loved. I hope I'm as fortunate as he when I pass.
I've got no words that'll heal your heart, but rather, pray our merciful god be with you as you morn. May god find a way to heal your broken heart.