Dripping Fog and Mr. Roo

It's almost 11 pm and I just came in from checking on the animals.  The fog is so heavy it feels like a light rain and my hooded sweatshirt is damp.
Our oldest horse is agitated out there in the dark.  He's been calling for over an hour now so I figured I'd best go talk with him and see what's up.  He hates being alone and his 'mare' must be down at the end of the pasture with the cows and calves.
I checked on Mr. Roo again :( He's still breathing and I just wish he'd peacefully let go.  I've shed tears over losing him a couple of times in the last few days.  His sweetheart (yes animals have sweethearts) died last week.  They're 8 years old and both began struggling with walking the last few months.  I think he misses her company.  The last week he's lain right outside Rowdy's kennel for company and just seemed to give up.  Yesterday he let me pick him up right in the middle of the day and carry him to a horse stall to get him out of the wind.
Mr. Roo was such a magnificent rooster, and such a polite and wonderful guy to have around.  I'm going to miss him a lot.  He hasn't crowed for a couple of days and I really miss that. 
He used to peck at my doorstep to get me outside to let the hens loose.  He has quite the personality.
I'm not sure I'll get another rooster.  Might just have a big flock of hens.  But I will sure miss his magnificent feather tapestry.  He has been my walking, crowing art.
I'm just sad :(