My trainer called me last night to let me know that my buddy had coliced and died. Although he wasn't my horse, I was the only person who rode him with any frequency and he always greeted me at the gate to his paddock. He was a cookie hound and loved to nibble on you while you tacked him up. Urkel (yep - you heard it right) was an old man (around 20) when he passed and had a good life up to the very end. Riding is going to be put on hold for the next few weeks until they find a new horse. I'll miss my sleepy yet dependable partner in the ring but also look forward to the new horse they're bringing in. Unfortunately, this isn't encouraging me to buy a horse - even though that has been on my resolution list since I was a wee one!
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