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I “found” Pete on the
Internet, searching for
my “dream horse.”
My dream horse he was: a
13 year old, loud
leopard Appy gelding.
Pete was 14 hands, a
kind, funny, patient,
friendly soul, a perfect
horse for a fifty-ish
returnee to horses.
Money was exchanged,
shipping arranged and
Pete came down to Texas
from Illinois. I loved
to just look at Pete,
brush him, give him
treats, watch him
hang-out with my sisters
paint gelding, Sid. They
were fast friends,
eating from the same
bucket, playing
keep-away. Sid galloping
with his long stride,
little Pete trotting as
fast as his short legs
would carry him. He
loved carrots and
apples. Then Pete
foundered (he had a
history sometime in the
remote past.) X-rays
were taken, meds
administered for pain,
stall-rest was started.
A specialist was
consulted, could he be
saved, should he be
saved. The X-rays really
said it all, his coffin
bone was at his sole. He
was in horrible pain. No
natural trim, no
heart-bar shoe, no hoof
resection was going to
ease him. The call was
made, and Pete was
released from his pain
to run free.
He was laid to rest in
the pasture where he
loved to graze with his
buddy, Sid. If there is
a Rainbow bridge, I know
Pete is there waiting
for me and his carrots.
I love you Pete, don’t
worry, I have your
carrots.
Ann
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