He never won a national title. He never walked in a parade. He was no great stallion. He was my little brave.
To all of you who responded to my earlier posts this week, I thank you from the bottom of my soul. With great sorrow, I was faced with the worst choice any person has to make tonight. I made my choice with the confidence that I and all my family had done everything that we could in order to help "my little man". He was in too much pain.
To Sparky- You were my hero, my friend. My companion on long summer afternoons, the day before a show, standing in the wash stall, your body soaking wet, with the "I'll get you for this" look on your face. May you find peace and happiness. I'll see you "on the rail, at a walk, when we are all being Judged." So long my friend.
To all of you who responded to my earlier posts this week, I thank you from the bottom of my soul. With great sorrow, I was faced with the worst choice any person has to make tonight. I made my choice with the confidence that I and all my family had done everything that we could in order to help "my little man". He was in too much pain.
To Sparky- You were my hero, my friend. My companion on long summer afternoons, the day before a show, standing in the wash stall, your body soaking wet, with the "I'll get you for this" look on your face. May you find peace and happiness. I'll see you "on the rail, at a walk, when we are all being Judged." So long my friend.