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Farewell to an old friend
Jun. 8th, 2011 10:32 amOn Saturday, I got a call I've been dreading for a good 14 years. (That was when the greatest cattle dog in the history of Blue Heelers died, in the service of saving her human.) Doc, good ol' Doc, the horse companion of my BFF was going to be put down on Tuesday. She was 1100 miles away and I couldn't get to her, so I spent as much time as I could on the phone with her.
( tribute to the best horse I've ever known. He was practically sentient. )
Doc, January 14, 1983--June 6, 2011
ETA Because it's too funny and great to not share. I was just reminded by Chrissy about the time her little brother thought he'd play cowboy. He stood on a hay bale behind Doc, took a leap (to land on his back, very "Hi-ho, Silver, awaaaaaay!") and face planted right into Doc's butt. Doc was such a great horse that he just looked back at the kid and laughed, as horses do. Not any danger of being kicked, like you might worry with another horse. Really, he was the best.
( tribute to the best horse I've ever known. He was practically sentient. )
Doc, January 14, 1983--June 6, 2011
ETA Because it's too funny and great to not share. I was just reminded by Chrissy about the time her little brother thought he'd play cowboy. He stood on a hay bale behind Doc, took a leap (to land on his back, very "Hi-ho, Silver, awaaaaaay!") and face planted right into Doc's butt. Doc was such a great horse that he just looked back at the kid and laughed, as horses do. Not any danger of being kicked, like you might worry with another horse. Really, he was the best.
