Broken.

At 11:45 a.m. on this beautiful, sunny morning, I lost my very best friend, my secret-keeper, my first love.  His eye fixed on eternity, I buried my face in his neck as he breathed his last.  Nothing could have ever prepared me for how completely empty I feel without him here.

You were one in a million, Moe.  Ammon-Adar.  Hidden Fire.

I will terribly miss his unfailing curiosity and forgiveness.  

Four years ago, Hunter's first ride sitting all alone in the saddle. 

An old picture of three of the four doing what they do best.  Moe, right; Fansi, middle; Trinity, left. 

Anyone on the ground was fair game.  In this picture, I'm riding and he is stalking my niece.

Two nights ago.  Moe mustered all of his strength to come say hello to everyone.
He was loved by so many, and he loved so many in return.

I've never seen a horse love kids like Moe.  

Two days ago, shortly after I found him rolling in the manure pile.
We have so few photos together.  :(

Last night.  He wasn't feeling well, but I still think this was a beautiful picture of his gentle spirit.

Not feeling well this morning, but still chewing on lightbulbs.
Apparently, that's how he stayed young.

Moe and I, Fall of 1995.   This was my senior picture, and I blew it up to poster size
for my dorm room.  That's how much I missed him while I was away.