OUR BEST FRIEND

Beckie Jo Petterson

He was a friend-a good friend-

Someone I could always count on.

We spent many Sunday afternoons going for long walks-

often just the 2 of us.

He was gorgeous!

Any young girl’s dream,

but he was mine, all mine-

Anyway, at that time.

But as I grew up and my priorities had to change

my best friend was often left alone-

sad and lonely.

That is-until HANDI-RIDERS!

In all of the hustle and excitement

many children and adults alike claimed him

as his or her own.

As he began to age he wasn’t quite as gorgeous-

but his big, soft brown eyes always glowed with excitement

When the children came to ride.

My horse loved his job as a Therapy Horse.

And he was so good at it, too.

Everyone loved him, including me.

I never forgot what he did for me-

but now these memories are held by many-

since he was a different child’s best friend

every night of the week.

Everything must someday die,

but in my heart he’s very much alive.

He loved his retirement-

and everyone loved him.

My best friend, your best friend, our Therapy Horse.

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