8 years ago, I said goodbye to this wonderful, giving, charming, incredible character.
He was really one of a kind. He took such good care of me, snuggled me, talked to me every time I popped out from around a corner. He toted my butt around my first real XC courses, and brought me my first big fancy ribbons. He was always there for me.
When his time came, I cried and cried and cried. It was so hard to let him go, but it was the right thing. His body failed him, and I set him free. He shaped my life as a teenager and young adult, and I owe much of where I am today to him. He's even part of my business name.
I don't know if I believe in spirits and orbs and those kinds of things, but I took at least a dozen pictures of his gravesite the day we euthanized him and only this picture had orbs. Both of them are flying upwards, one over his headstone and one directly overtop Quincy's headstone, which is where I was standing when I took the picture. It wasn't snowing, it wasn't dusty, none of the other pictures have them in there. So, I don't know... but maybe.
I am so lucky to now have old Pmare - his last remaining offspring - with me. She may be off-site at her lessee's place for the time being, but she has a forever home with me. She is wonderful and witchy and every bit his child, and I love her.
Now, Cuna shares this day with Metro. Keep them in your thoughts, and send Aimee some well-wishes when she's ready to put up a post on it. When our horses hurt, we have to be their stewards and make choices for them... this choice is the hardest one to make, but it is the most selfless and honorable one. Much love to her, and to everyone else who has gone through the same battle.