My dream had always been
to own a horse; not just an animal, but a companion, best friend, and guardian.
You fulfilled that dream so well that it was almost unreal. You came as a
gift from friends, but also a gift from God. The first time I heard you whinny
as a 7-month old colt, you grabbed my heart. You were way too cute for your
name, "Terminator", so I changed that to remind me of your features - "Texas
Red Sweetface".
That first winter, all alone in that little stall, I fed and watered you
4 times a day and brought you out of the sickness that you came to me with.
You even made me get over my fear of the dark. You lived up to your original
name for a while, but you gradually got better and better and we started
to bond. We built your paddock and got a perfect friend for you, Misty. I
felt sorry for you at times, being kept in line by two girls!
You were scarred by the effects of that young illness, but it never
mattered to me. People said "He'll never be good for anything.". Some even
said to put you down, but I said, "No - He gives good kisses!" I always said
that if one of my horses had to go, it would never be you. Over our nearly
two years together, we spent time just hanging out and playing. I could tell
you all of my problems, all of my secrets, and when I had to cry, you'd just
look at me with those big eyes like God was talking through you, saying "It's
OK.". Everyone knew you as "one of my kids". We were so close and getting
closer. I had dreams for spending years with you by my side through everything.
The guys and hobbies could come and go, but you would always be with
me.
But, all in a single day's
time - you were gone. You had no pain and suffering; God just took you away
from me. I don't know why He did, but I know there is a reason. I can proudly
say that I did everything that I could for you. I have no regrets about our
life whatsoever. I planned to take care of you for the rest of your life,
and I did just that; I just had no idea that it would end so soon.
You were a perfect little
guy, sent as an angel from God to me, and you are an angel once again. You
finally got your wings, Sugar Boo. My life will NEVER be the same without
you.
So, I'll say again the
last words that I ever said to you as I petted your beautiful face: "I love
you. You will ALWAYS be my baby."
Rest in Peace,
Boo.
Loving you forever,
Mom and Misty
Texas 
