18 months ago I found a beautiful boy and one I bonded with nearly immediately (OK, it took two rides). On Tuesday I had to make the heart wrenching decision to send him to the bridge after a kick to his hind cannon shattered the bone. Karma was with us when I found him; we shared a birthday. A thoroughbred, he had a silly boy personality, more colt than horse and entertained many with his tendency to stop, snort and circle by going sideways around things as silly as a different colored spot in the footing in the arena. To my dear boy Paddy/Highland Chief; the tears are easing but the heart is still very heavy. You healed my heart after I lost Linus and we only had 18 short months together, but, I wouldn't trade those months for anything even though it hurt so much to say goodbye. Run free my friend.