A wonderful buckskin stallion of 25 years has left this earth. His spirit will remain, as he was a gentle soul and a happy mustang. I am thankful that he did not suffer and his owner has found him a resting place.

I am sad for my horsey friend and the rest of the horses. They stood at the fence tonight looking over at Buck and screamed as horses do when they know that one of their own is gone.

Perhaps you don't believe that animals feel, but if you have walked among them then you understand what I am talking about. I am sad tonight, because Buck, although never ridden nor trained, was a wonderful boy, and I know that his last months on earth at my friend's house were very good ones.



(This is not a picture of Buck, but he did look similar to this horse.)