I wrote this about my time with Pistol:
He understands me even though I don’t.
He stands still, even if I won’t.
He stands still.
He can run, but doesn’t.
Am I a good man, even though at times I wasn’t?
He stands still.
He encourages me to feel,
Even though I’m afraid to heal.
He stands still.
He is a mirror,
Even if I look down, I see clearer.
He stands still.
My heart wants to run, but he won’t let me.
He sees me. He won’t let me forget me.
He stands still.
I put my hand on his mane.
He lowers his head and tells me it’s ok.
He stands still.
In this moment I’m safe,
we share every breathe I take.
He stands still.