I had my private time with him. Said my final goodbye and headed over to visit Toby.
I took the Tobster out of his stall and proceeded to scrub the dried up mud that covered his neck and head and legs. We are in the middle of mud season and thankfully he was blanketed! Toby and I went through our routine and then I took him out for a nibble on some grass - granted it hasn't begun to grow here at the 45th parallel. But he seemed so happy. Then he told me, "Miss Wendy, you'll be ok. I'm still here for you."
Thank you Toby.