We sold Honey last year to a family with a 5-year-old girl named Makayla. Makayla comes from a family of avid riders and Honey was Makayla's first horse of her own. They adored each other. Makayla got a pink halter, pink saddle, pink brushes and lead ropes all to use only on Honey. She couldn't get enough of riding her or brushing her or walking her.

One day she drug a ladder over to Honey, leaned it up against her side, and proceeded to climb it to saddle and bridle her. Honey stood patiently through the whole process until Makayla climbed up the ladder and into the saddle, kicking the ladder away once she was on. And that was how they did it every day from then on out.
I loved getting updates about the two of them - they were the kind of match I am in this business for.
Makayla's mother called me today to tell me that Honey has died.
She was got sick and the vet said she wouldn't survive the surgery to try and save her, so they had to put her down. She could barely tell me about it through her crying. I asked her how Makayla was and she said, "She doesn't know yet. I don't know how I'm going to tell her."
We are sick at heart for them and for our faithful, loving Honey who gave so much to everyone she knew, and we are sick at heart for the loss of such a perfect, delightful match between a horse and her little girl.
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