He was our babysitter.
He was our playmate.
He was our walker.
He was our daredevil.
He was our companion.
He was our big brother.
He was our son.
He was our adventures.
He was our royal mount.
He was our imagination.
He was our guardian.
He was our hero.
Santos passed away of natural causes at the age of 24. He was a gentle giant, a 16.2HH brown Anglo-Arab purchased by Mom at a sale when he was three months old, and he was with us ever since.
We lost a best friend and so much more when we lost Santos, but he will never be forgotton, as he lives with us in every beat of our heart, his hooves thundering along the skies of heaven as he watches over us.
