He belonged to Tegan, age
of 16, and I love him with all my heart. Rest in peace, baby.
The day I saw him I knew that he was what I had been dreaming for.
I would sit there just staring at him. I'd groom him just because he was
mine. I would take him for walks. I would fuss over how many rugs he could
wear just beacause he was my big man.
Of course there were ups
and downs, but the day he jumped a metre bareback was the day when
we got to see his love and passion for jumping. Then when we did cross
country and he loved it. We are more then just girl and her horse, it was
more like a team or best friends.
I loved seeing his face
and him whinnying for me when I walked out the door. I knew he loved me and
I knew I would never forget him but, when he left so suddenly he got poisoned
and I had to go say goodbye. It was heartbreaking seeing my 16hh Warmblood
lying there in my paddock motionless. He was cold. I had to give him one
last kiss.
I can feel him with me every day. Baby, I will always love you and when it's
right I will get a new horse for you to help me with.
I love you Bronson Diego
Rowland.
Love,
Tegan
Bronson 
