He is...
Spindly legs.
They say he will learn to put each one in proper place as he grows.
They were wrong.
He is...
A velvet nose.
He is sniffing, touching, testing, mouthing all the world has to offer.
And even some things it does not.
He is...
The perfect heart
Child-like, forgiving, trusting, loyal to the final flicker of life.
And loyal even yet.
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I have been looking at baby pictures of some friends and recent clients. I am led to flip back through some of my older Facebook photos, where little Ohboy's age could be counted in weeks and months rather than years. His smile is the same in those photos, only now it is deepened with words and experience.
It makes me wonder about my Moe-Moe. I've never seen him as a foal, but I imagine him much the same: Gangly and awkward, hungry and inquisitive. The idea of my beloved guy as a beloved little guy brings happy tears to my eyes. What a character I know he was. These things seldom change, even with age.
Miss you, as always, Moe. Where you are, a big piece of my heart has followed.
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