Late summer 2009, my Dad got himself a nice horse named Jack. He was a good ol horse, just right for my Dad. He was looking forward to riding and trail riding with friends Lynn and Elaine and Aunt Alice. I even got to take Jack for a nice ride at Brushy Creek. He seemed nice and easy going. My Dad always talked about how much he liked riding Jack. He got to go on a big trip down south with Alice and Elm’s and ride. Recently Jack began losing weight and there was no reason for it. He had a thorough vet exam and tried different feeding plans. Nothing worked and Jack dies at the age of 13. My Dad and I just aren’t having very good luck with horses lately. I felt so bad for my Dad.
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