Okay, so he wasn’t a horse at all. He was a dog. A miniature husky who liked to play with horses and thus ended up with only three legs. A tripod, who once, in his meowly husky voice, looked at my mom and said, "Ma Ma." Seriously. I was there. The quote above is from the movie Phar Lap, about an Australian race horse who died from colic. I couldn’t think of a better one. Last night, this husky tripod named Bosco died from poison. He’d accidentally gotten into some of it in the neighbor’s shed.
Some people, will be inclined to say, "It was just a dog." But I don’t understand those people. In fact, I suspect that I would enjoy spending one on one time in the Thunderdome with those people. However, I will avoid going into a tirade of violence that would put my avatar to shame. Because that’s not the point. The point is to say so long to a little guy who took care of my parents, and who volunteered every week at a nursing home, sitting at the feet of the elderly. He didn’t much care for fetching, being of the three-legged variety, but he had eyes that could beg a hot dog off a starving man.
Wish you hadn’t gone, little fella. But you did good.