For Brat it looked like extra apples, alfalfa cubes, grooming and a Bemer.
It looked like feeling his oats, rearing, and then jigging as we walked around the barn.
It looked like a good roll in the sand ring, leaping up, and bolting around the ring, throwing in the occasional leap and buck.
It looked like another roll in the sand before going out to the field with the best grazing.
It looked like staying out and grazing longer than usually allowed, until the vet arrived.
Today we let Brat go, free of the pains of age and old injuries. He was in good weight, breathing well, and enjoyed that last tear around. After Twenty-seven years, six months, and seven days, I know it was the right time to let him go.
My heart is shattered.
Brat
Super Brat
Rembrandt
Artistic License
April 22, 1998 - October 29, 2025
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