chiming in late here. Ed, I'm so sorry. As long as we live, it never gets easier to say goodbye to our four legged companions. I've got a horse cemetary in my back field and I get misty eyed every time I have to mow back there. Two oldsters whose time was up are buried back there and one youngster, age 2, who broke his leg and died far too soon.
I know you'll miss George. I'm glad you and your family had some time to get to know him. I feel that each horse that comes into our lives has some special gifts for us. I know he had gifts for you.
chris
I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship. Louisa May Alcott