Rick by Kilby Patterson / The girl you owned

Dear Rick,

You came into my life when you were young and difficult, yet, you taught me so much. You were always there for me to hide behind when I needed to shed a tear. Your funny character would always cheer me up when I was blue. I always imagined you being in my life. I imagined that you would be there for me and I for you when you were an old man – even though you still had the heart of a young colt. January 19, 2002 was the worst day of my life. At the young age of 18, you were taken from me so tragically. I did everything I could to protect you, but, I guess not enough. I can only hope that you felt no pain. I can only feel comfort in that you are not alone on your journey. We had to put our pain aside and make the difficult decision to let Pearl go due to her injury. I play around in my head every day of “why?”. I will never understand.

I hope you know how much I miss you. How much I love you and that you have made me who I am. Never has an animal touched my life the way you have.

You are buried out back underneath your favorite tree with your mare Pearl. Together for eternity. Free.

 

Love Always,
Rick
19, Jan 2002
Kilby Patterson