What to say about the little bay horse that walked into my life four years ago and rocked it to it's very foundation?
Absolute Courage, they called him.
And that is what he's been to me. My rock when I lost Cuna. My reason for standing up for myself. My impetus to try and change and grow and learn.
Courage for the big moments, but Courage every day. Courage to see the abuse I was taking and Courage to walk away with my head held high. Courage to find my voice and Courage to see the future.
Courage a million times over.
He's difficult. He's temperamental. He's sensitive. He's emotional. He's honest. He's brave.
He took me on an unforgettable adventure.
He's made me the best version of myself.
And now, he's going to be Courage to someone else.
Farewell, my friend.