Last night, Leo (our horse) died. His health had begun to deteriorate and he was no longer to get himself up after laying down. Although he lived at Mom & Dad’s house, I considered him to be mine as well, since he was a member of our family for the past 26 years (that’s since I was 11 yrs old, folks). We got Leo when he was 2 years old. He would have been 28 on his next birthday, March 9.
Leo had a great personality. He’d stand with his head over the fence and clear his throat at us, wanting an apple or carrot or a scratch around the ears. He was gentle with the kids as they learned to ride and put up with their squealing & laughter without a flinch. When he didn’t want to be bothered with all the grandkids, he’d go stand with his back to all of us with his head facing the more heavily wooded part of Mom & Dad’s land. Almost as if he was thinking, “If I cannot see them, they cannot see me and will leave me alone!”
He went elk hunting with Dad in Colorado for many years and was a loyal pet. We loved him and will miss him greatly.