Kit,
My beautiful Painted Pony. I got Kit when she was 4 years old. She was a handful. Opinionated,
spirited, bull headed, and feisty but she was my heart and soul horse. A friend once told me that
I was the only one she could see that could tolerate Kit.
Kit was 28 years old when she passed and I was so broken hearted. I don’t know what to say.
She took me on so many highs and lows riding. My best memories are of us throwing caution to
the wind and running barrels.
I miss my girl so much.