Lover Boy

My childhood pony died today. (The taller one in the photo.) He spent his last days on my Parent's farm, and although his eyesight was poor, he still whinnied when my nephew's brought him carrots or apples, and would hurry to the gate to greet them.

We used to trail ride all the time, and although he was a POA (and just a few inches from horse status) he never acted like it, and always wanted to be at the front of the pack.