My Ol' Boy, Diego

RIP my giant, sassy momma's boy.

Diego was one of our family's 5 horses when I was growing up. I was "born into" a stable with 3 geldings, and rode like a wild child without even bothering with saddles or even a proper bridle. The way those geldings were, only one ever really needed to be ridden with caution (of course it was our mustang).

Cool was our only girl horse. She's Diegos momma. She was 1 month older than me exactly when I found her while shopping for my own show horse at 9 years old. But miss Cool had a predicament: the most expensive and giant stud on the ranch had sneakily impregnated her, and the vet's die not recommend "allowing full pregnancy." She was slated to get pregnant to popping and then sold for dog food, baby and all. She very immediately was rescued by my family. She was not a ridin' horse. Neither much was Diego. So I gave up showing horses for them, which frankly, is fine by me. Diego was a fine patrol horse and he and I volunteered time with local search parties. He came in handy, and it will be very hard to, one day, choose to open my heart to another horse. But I plan to do so eventually. I'll never find an animal who can give me a concussion like Diego did, what a catch lmao

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