I was heading down to a southern California rescue to pick up a little bay mare that needed someone to take care of her and Pam wanted a half-Arab pinto gelding to bring home at the same time. You were a neurotic wreck, constantly pacing your corral fence and wearing a trench in the ground. You were also seriously underweight and your feet needed attention. Others had tried to adopt you but your stays were short as you were unsuitable for their needs. The trip home was uneventful but it took awhile for you the come to the realization that this was your permanent home. Once that idea settled in you were no longer uncaring and standoffish and became friendly and eager to see us. You were among the first to greet us whenever we made an appearance in the pasture and were very vocal with your welcomes. Picking on my favorite mare became one of your favorite pastimes which I didn't really appreciate. The other resident gelding had enough of your attempted dominance and would lay down the law. This evening when we went out to feed we found a gelding in distress, administered what aid we could, and called the vet. While waiting for the vet to arrive your nemesis, the other gelding Mattie, stood by your side or face to face and would stand with his nostrils at yours as if to try to make things better or was he saying goodbye? There wasn't much to be done so the final decision was made. It was a short 23 months we had together but I would like to think you enjoyed your stay with us.