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Cherokee

So sorry to hear about this.
You'll always remember and love her. Bless.
 
I have mentioned this several times on this forum; all of my best friends in all my life were not of the human species. When I say "best friends", that is actually a gross understatement. I am now 73 years old and all of my (non human) friends were real true friends. Don't remember ever having a human true friend.

I now suffer a tragic PTSD due to my friends deaths. They were all closer to me than any member of my family. They truly loved me and I them. We spent many hours every day just hanging out, enjoying each others company. My PTSD is due to discovering what the term "live stock" meant. That's about all I am able to say without totally loosing it.

But, I know that a horse friend, at least in my view is an absolute true, loving friend.
 
Another thing I loved about her was her little dance. She was supposed to be a mix of Quarter Horse and Arabian. She had the little feet skittering dance like the Arabian horses do.
 
She was such a prankster. Sometimes I would sit on the edge of the water trough while she drank and she would hold water in her mouth and spit it out on my head or try to push me into the trough. Once, when I needed to check one of her hooves, she would not lift it. I told her to " give me a hoof". Note my poor choice of wording in saying a hoof. Pretty as could be she held up the hoof opposite the one that I was trying to look at. 🙄🤣 I would pick at her too. Once, I pretended not to recognize her and asked my Mama's horse, Socks, who Cherokee was. She was puzzled and I let her know that I knew who she was so her feelings wouldn't be hurt. Then I proceeded to clean the barn. When I scooped the poop, I held up the scoop and looked puzzledly at the poop in it and asked " Who are you ? You look like horsey poo poo!" She thought I had lost it. She put noses together with Socks and they did that nose to nose communication that horses do. Another time, I asked her if I was crazy and she literally nodded "yes". We both had a bit of jokesterish energy that kinda bounced off each other perfectly, yet she could be so sweet and gentle enough so that I could balance on my knees on her back or crawl between her hooves.
 
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