Jan. 1988 —– Feb. 23 2000
Horse
Cheyanne came in my life two year’s.
My husband was buying me a horse for my birthday.
I searched for two weekend’s looking at every horse in the paper.
But there was something about the appaloosa that I couldn’t
stop thinking about she was the last horse on the list while I
was looking at the other horses I had that app on my mind.
And called to see her. Her name then was Strawberry
She was dirty as could be Her feet were in poor condition but it
was love at first sight.
After a good bath and about one hundred pound’s or
so she was beautiful. We had alot to learn about each other.
When she was in season she was moody and she did not
like pony’s much. I learned not to get near her back feet if a
pony was close to her. she was only 12 when she died
from a tear in small intestine that made her colic.
There was now warning she was not old never was she sick.
That appaloosa was healthy as could be but gone in minutes.
As bad as I felt about knowing once the vet gave her that shot
she would be gone. I couldn’t see her suffer she meant too much to me.
I just thank god for my friend Amy that held my hand and sat
with Cheyanne and I until she took her last breath.
And for Richard for letting Cheyanne rest at the home she loved.
My hubby for putting up with me crying all the time over
that darn appaloosa. I am greatful for the short 2 year’s I had with
her but I wish she were still here.
I will never forget her.
Stacey Cram
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