RIP, Magic

You were barn sour, rarely groomed, and usually ignored unless someone wanted to ride. You weren't even my horse - just another hayburner on the ranch we board at.
Despite all of this, you were a sweet and gentle girl who didn't deserve to colic.
Thank you for the ride, and for being a pal. I took you for granted, and I regret that. I know it was painful at the end, and I hope you didn't feel much of it. I'm sorry we couldn't help you more, and I hope you moved on knowing that you were loved by everyone.

I'll bring that carrot we talked about when I see you again.

R.I.P Magic they will be no pain at rainbow bridge