My heart is broken, my spirit dashed. And this much I know, though the pain may lessen and the anger subside, the hurt will never go away.
He was my Baby Buckaroo. My little colt – so strong and beautiful. He was going to be horse for the rest of my riding days. I’ve raised and lost beloved pets – dear friends – before. It’s always hard. And those of you that appreciate a life – no matter how small – probably know the sadness of the loss. But when a baby dies it so much harder. You don’t have all those beautiful memories to hang on to. Instead you are left with the saddest words, “what might have been…”
His stall is empty now, but in time it will again be occupied; perhaps even with another beautiful little foal. But there will be a little part of me – where my little horse lived – that will be forever empty.
Good-bye Baby Buckaroo. I’ll never forget you.