Mystic Morning Sunshine

The early spring days were more like winter then the beginning of a renewal to warmer weather and flower buds. This was the day, a day of mud, slush and mist you chose to come out of your mother's protective womb. It'll be a day where I know I was blessed and I can count those special days on my fingers, for they don't happen often.

I saw you for the first time the day after you were born. You were white, brown with hints of black and you glowed like the new born that you were. Your tiny but muscular legs held you with a little uncertainty as our eyes met for the first time. You were so beautiful. My little "Paint" baby, but you were so much more than just a horse.

I named you "Mystic Morning Sunshine" because of the way you were born and what you being in my life meant to me. You were that sunshine on that dark, gloomy day of March 29th. We spent a lot of time together, every moment I could spare I was there by your side. You liked my company, I saw it in your wagging tail and your hopping around your stall when I was near. When you would tire
yourself out you weren't afraid to lie down next to me. I can remember many times when I held your head in my lap and you were sleeping.

We had a special bond, as friends, not as man and horse. I could see right from the start that you had your mother's characteristics; she was used to train physically challenged people learn to ride. I saw your father's blue ribbon spirit in your markings and how you held your head, you were going to follow the tradition of your bloodline and become the "Best of Show" at any
competition you were entered in.

There wasn't a thing that you wouldn't do for me. I could lift your feet and clean out the muck from around your frogs and you would stand without moving. I could rub countless amounts of items all over your body and you showed no fear.
I had you walk on and off horse trailers and even walk over different items that we'd encounter on a trail. Although you were too young to ride I was still preparing you for our long rides in the future.

When I separated you from your mother you gave us a little scare when you came crashing down on your little legs after jumping over the stall
door. A few repairs later and we put you back into your stall. A few weeks later it was fair time, and even though I disagreed with the other people in my life at the time, I took you there.

I thought you were to young and traveling twice in a week's time was going to be too much for you to handle. You proved me wrong by being well adjusted and brave.

I took you into the arena and you sensed the multitude of people around you and you gave them a show. You proudly pranced around the ring, you strutted your magnificent coloring in front of the judge, and then you stood still in your place as the judges walked around you. We won that blue ribbon and we took second in the "Best of Show" category.

Then unfortunately my world hit the fan and through the ensuing divorce I lost you to someone who didn't have the same dreams and desires as I do for you. I miss you Mysti but I know our bond will not be broken.