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PAINT THE SAINT
Some say Paint was just a horse
But we know he was much more than that
His character proved that he was noble
And so he deserved every loving pat.
To us he was more than a trusty steed
He was worthy to be called a king
Each precious moment spent in his presence
To us much joy he surely did bring.
Grooming and caring for his every need
How can we explain the bond we had
We thought it would go on forever
When it ended so quickly we were oh so sad.
Candace and Paint ran wild and free
Like only a fearless young girl can do
He knew just how to thrill her
Without scaring her too much to.
Kathy truly fell in love with Paint
Right from the very start
He won her heart with his kindness
And she thought he was pretty darn smart.
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Gus always knew that Paint was perfect
He watched as his two girls grew
It amazed him that he became so attached
It seemed like Paint was the family glue.
The last sun has set on Paint’s days
And our days with him were way to short
We will always remember his friendly nicker
And the way he made that funny snort.
Through natural horsemanship we found a way
To understand many things about Paint
Because of his patience and forgiveness
He certainly should be deemed a saint.
So our hats are off to you Paint
Because you were not just a horse
You were our friend and teacher
We will always love and miss you, of course.
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