Happy Retirement To My Best Friend, Festins Pharoh
The first time I met you I was still broken from the loss of my first best friend, Total Reflection. I didn't think I wanted another horse and was ready to be done with horses forever. Somehow I was convinced to drive down to southern Illinois and look at you Thanksgiving weekend. The first time I saw you you were the only horse living in a cow barn and you had bandages on three of your legs from your most recent incident. I knew then that you were meant to be mine...it wouldn't have mattered if you bucked me off on our trial ride, you were coming home. Low flying fighter jets from the nearby Air Force base buzzed by a few times during that trial and you seemed unphased. Pharoh, as your previous mom called you, was the horse for me. The adoption photo that convinced us to go look at you! The morning that you shipped out to me! Almost a month later, in the middle of a snowstorm you were shipped to me. The hauler told me how horrible yo...
