Bony Roany  

Missouri Fox Trotter
1995 - December 18, 2011

I met Roany in summer/fall 2009, when some friends of ours rescued him from neglect. The minute I saw him, I fell in love with him. He was very thin and his coat was about three inches long, but something about him that I cannot describe made me instantly fall in love with this sweet angel.

I went to see him every time we were at their house. I just loved him and wanted him to be mine so bad. Well, October came around the corner and I was surprised with the horse everyone had dubbed "Old Man" for a 14th birthday present! It was the happiest I had ever been, and I was determined I was going to spoil him rotten and make it so that he knew someone loved him. He became my baby, even though I had two other personal riding horses (one that I have had since I was three), and he was instantly my favorite. His personality, eagerness, and heart made him what I called The Perfect Horse. He was like a child to me, he was my everything.

I enjoyed two short but wonderful years with him. We went everywhere together. He let me put pants on his front legs, an afro wig between his ears, and spray paint on him for our last Halloween together. He let me ride him with a halter with all that junk on and just sat there like a complete gentleman!

I know that him and Dappled Apple (Mac) are together in Heaven now, and they were best friends in life. Roany helped me build back my confidence after breaking my collarbone and suffering from a concussion, and taught me so much. I will sorely miss him.

On December 18, 2011 I woke up to see my mom leading Roany in his blanket. I knew something wasn't right, so I hurriedly grabbed my shoes and ran out the door. She said she thought he was colicking, and I instantly burst into tears, since three of my favorite horses died from colic and I didn't want to lose the light of my life. I walked him until my feet couldn't move they were so cold. He went to the vet, and I was a nervous wreck all day awaiting response. I heard the telephone ring that night, and I dreaded it. Then my mom and stepdad came into my room, and my mom was crying. They told me his intestine had twisted and there was nothing more we could do. I was too shocked to cry, but devastated. I eventually bawled, kicked and screamed, and simply went mad. I cursed the people who had let him starve in a dry lot before I had him, since I thought that may have contributed to his ill health, and I still want them to get what they deserve, since they were unrightfully let off the hook.

I know God will take care of Roany and make sure those people get what they have coming. I can't wait to see Roany again someday. R.I.P. my angel, you'll always be my Perfect Horse.

~ Your girl, Casey

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