No doubt, it was a horse named Jack. I choke up just thinking about him. He was the most beautiful bay Warmblood you have ever seen. He was big boned and strong, but athletic and nimble. He had this soft look in his eye that spoke to you. His owner had several horses, but he was the golden child — he was special to her. He was well on his way to a career in dressage when a foot abscess soon turned into a coffin bone infection. He spent weeks in our clinic suffering from his ailment. He was so big and kind and gentle. I ended up euthanizing Jack at his farm, after countless treatments, laminitis and a colic surgery. Jack was gone, and what I had left was a memory of crying like a baby with his owner and a bit of his tail. What made Jack the most difficult case was the unwavering trust and faith his owner had in me as I cared for Jack. To this day, I think about that big bay gelding and his owner.