We sent our son his horse yesterday. George Issac was 29. When he was born our oldest son ran over to the foal to grab him and said that he “would hug him and kiss him and call him George” and that was it
Mark has been waiting for his horse to come to him for sixteen years… Mark always hated to photographed but this the two at a competitive trail ride
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George was the last of our original group of Bay Morgans he is second form right (the one on the right is a TB, Halley who was a rescue as a weanling that we kept for seventeen years… see her left front leg… once that bend exceeded 45 degrees we humanely put her down as we did not want her to break that leg and not be able to catch her
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Our vet when first asked to respond immediately assumed Charlie’s time had come expecting the call was about the “old pony” who is now well over forty … no it was George