MIngo
I had Mingo from birth, and he sadly passed away at the age of 14 of an illness we couldn't identify. He really didn't suit me, in the least. He was to slow and unethusiastic about everything. Just the same, I fell in love with him and miss him still. He was a very quiet and gentle horse that would throw in huge bucks every now and then to keep us from becoming too complacent. I learned so much from him--more than any of my other horses. All you had to do was listen to him, and you would learn.
He had to most beautiful face, and you could get lost in his eyes...
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