Y'all, I just had the most horrible evening. My Appaloosa horse, whom I've had for 26 years, just died! He and I grew up together. We've had a time of it, he and I. He was always there when I needed a friend growing up, and believe me, I led a very hectic adolescent-hood, and I needed him ALOT!! I forget who said it, but I have it cross-stitched somewhere: "There's nothing better for the inside of a man than the outside of a horse". My gosh, they sure knew what they were talking about!!! I just can't even think right right now. He was almost thirty years old, a pretty good age for a horse, but at least I am grateful that something didn't happen to him such as getting down and not being able to get up, or something like that. I'm sorry, y'all, I just had to vent to someone. It's like I lost my very best friend of all time.