T.T. was a a black and white paint pony, but most of all he was one of
my best friends. If I had a bad day I would go and groom him. I had a strong
bond with him. I believe that every horse has someone they do the best for.
That they love. It was me. The lady who owned him said if I rode him out
in the trails that he would bring me home. He didn't. The pony was my baby.
I loved him so much. Then something happened that would change my
life.
Me and my friends were feeding
the horses one day and we noticed that he did not eat. So we brought him
to the house and the lady said that we would mess with that day. She said
that he was probably tired. Well after a few days of not eating we thought
he might have colic. So we got everything to oil him. Well next day we had
to feed the other animals. So we put him in the pasture. One of the kids
told me there was a horse laying down. I walked on the porch and I noticed
it was T.T., and we went down and spent 30 minutes getting him up.
We called the vet. He came out and took a blood sample. He gave him a
shot for a disease and gave him a 40% chance to live. Well when we got the
blood results back and it had turned out to be West Nile. The vet said there
was nothing we could do. The lady didn't give up. He kept fighting so we
helped. Then one fateful day he just started to go for the worst. That is
the day that I left him knowing it was the last day to see him. When I had
left he was gasping for air. And we got a phone call that night saying he
had died. I will never forget that little pony. We had great times together.
I miss you T.T. and I will always love you. Here is a poem my mom wrote for
him.
Pony Heaven
Calls
Greener grass is calling
us
We're lured away from home.
Other ponies call to us
Horses long since gone.
No Need for halters,
ropes, or leads
We know the way to go.
The air is fresh, the water clean
So let the breezes blow.
Pastures full of mares
and colts
We see our playmates run.
Hurts and pains all fade away
Our days of work are done.
Tiny Tim 
