In Loving Memory of Reno
Reno, you were my baby doll,
I love everything about you (even the not so perfect things!). The night
you left for the 'Rainbow Bridge', a part of me left with you. I was so lost
without you, your spirit stays with me still and shall never leave.
Reno, also known as 'Cowen Smartly', was born in Washington. I grew up around
her; she was my uncle's horse, and when I was 7 years. old, my uncle put
her up for sale. I thought I had lost her forever, but my grandmother saw
my pain and bought her from my uncle for me.
She had such a personality; she knew whether she could test you and be a
butt to ride, but if you put a young child or someone who wasn't all that
great of a rider, she would be an angel. I always loved that about
her.
The way she died was sadly not the best way; or the way I would have
preferred (but there's nothing I could have ever done about that). Well we
thought it was just a normal case of colic. But when her health started to
get worse, the vet told us that it was a stone (that most likely she'll pass).
We spent a week in the stall staying with her (never leaving her side). But
on Wednesday night, her turn for the worst had hit the edge. Candy (my aunt)
called me and told me that she didn't make it through the night. It turns
out that over the years she had had a stone (the size of a volley ball) building
up inside her.
Reno, you will always be in my heart and the hearts of the ones who loved
you.
You are the Hoofbeats of
My Heaven.
Emily
Reno 
