It was a long and wonderful ride. Literally and poetically. I never thought it would come to an end. It did. I am devastated.
He was 32 – an amazing accomplishment after all he’d been through in his four-legged life. My beloved horse, Buzzy.
A stalwart little pacer, I adopted him right off the harness racetrack in Saratoga, and brought him home on a cloudy, cool autumn day. And from that day on, the saga, and disasters began. He was 8 and looked like a handsome little Morgan. He had a strong constitution and a basically calm demeanor, except for when he didn’t.
Still, whatever the case, my Buzzy took care of me, and was always there as my spiritual advisor. He was a wonderful listener!
Because there were so many adventures, disasters and sagas, the rest of his story is slated for a book.
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