One year since I found him dead in his pasture. And I still miss my funky faced medicine hat buddy. He had the first stall in the barn, and would watch to see me when I was working, and as soon as I was in view start whinnying hellos. He was a great boy, and didn't stay long enough. Here's to my first partner may he rest in peace on the knoll, and I hope the grass in the sky is deep lush, and he's got a good cowboy/girl to keep him company.