A Funeral Turns Into Shock
On the day of my husband’s funeral, his horse, Astoria, broke the lid of the coffin. Everyone thought she had gone mad with grief. But what they saw next shocked everyone.
My husband and I had shared over twenty years together. For most of that time, Astoria—the horse he once rescued—had been by his side. They were inseparable, like old friends who understand each other without words.
The Hoofbeats of Hope
As the procession moved toward the cemetery, I walked behind the coffin, clutching my handkerchief tightly. The world felt gray and silent, until the steady sound of hoofbeats cut through the mourning stillness.
It was Astoria. Her eyes burned with urgency, her breath forming clouds in the cool air. She ran straight toward the coffin, ignoring the cries around her. Before anyone could stop her, she struck the coffin lid with her hooves—once, twice, three times. The wood cracked.
A Miracle Revealed
At first, everyone assumed grief had driven the horse mad. But when people rushed to Astoria and tried to pull her away, they froze in shock. A faint moan came from inside the coffin.
A man leaned over the split lid and whispered:
“He… is breathing.”
Within moments, someone lifted the lid fully. There it was: a pulse. Medics were called, and the coffin was replaced with a stretcher. Astoria snorted and pawed the air as if urging them on. Soon, my husband—thought dead—was rushed to the hospital.