I just had to cross post this message from my best friend Barbara O'keefe 
....... She said all the things I needed to hear and would have liked to have 
said myself.
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 * Forwarded from "PalNet Equus"
 * Originally by Barbara O'Keefe, 1:135/54.1
 * Originally to All
 * Originally dated 16 Jun 1996, 10:45
Baby was definitely NOT a baby in size nor in actions.  Baby was a horse I 
ad
grown to love and admire.  She definitely was a regal lady, princess, dowager 
queen....all names appropriate, yet no name can describe her truly.
I used to sing to her, "Baby, baby can't you hear my heart beat, you're the 
one I love."  Jean would sing "Baby Face" to her.  She would eat up all the 
attention, and if could have smiled she would have, smiled at two adult women 
making absolute fools of themselves, singing to a horse.
She was given love, and gave love in return.  It has only been in the past 
year, that she gave me a little of that love and she showed it.  Everytime 
the Carrot Lady arrives at Byte Size Estates and goes to the barn, all the 
horses know it is carrot and spoiling time, Baby was no exception.
She would stand in her stall, her head gazing in my direction, practically 
begging for her "treat"....it had to be a carrot though, or lately an 
apple...no sugar cubes for the Queen!
When I first met/saw her I was petrified.  She was a HUGE horse, and that 
alone intimidated me.  But she was a gentle horse by nature, asserting her 
authority as "boss horse" only when necessary and then, only by "that LOOK" 
or a snap. The rest of the herd obeyed!
It broke my heart when she got sick, and saw how uncoordinated she was. 
Medicine saved her, but I think she also saved herself.....she did it for 
Jean, she would do anything for Jean.  She had her good and bad days, as we 
all do, but her will to live was great.
I can still see her standing at the gate, when I called to her, her ears 
would stand straight up and look right at me, when Jean or Buddy whistled she 
came.
It's hard to describe my feelings for Baby, but I know she knew I loved her. 
This message began by telling you about singing songs and will end with this 
thought:
Whenever I hear "Beautiful Beautiful Brown Eyes" I will remember Baby and 
those hauntingly beautiful kind eyes of hers.....one of a kind, with no 
replacement.
***BARB***
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