You may remember my post that described the fate of the poor pregnant mare we saw in Kansas City. It seems there may be a happy ending to the story, after all - at least for her eleven-month-old colt.
I don't know how else to share the news, except by blurting it out, so here goes: the colt is mine now! It turned out neither the neighbor nor the seller (the guy who was really responsible for the damage to both animals) could (or would) pay the vet's bill. So Michael - all the while keeping it a secret from me - paid the bill and assumed ownership of the colt. His brother picked the colt up and brought it back to his place, and that's where the colt will stay. Michael and I will pay for food and any other expenses for the little guy.
The colt's name is Panama. I named him while we were in Kansas City, although I had no way of knowing if he'd get to keep the name or not. Now he does, for sure! It's a perfect name for him, don't you think?
Supposedly, Panama is a paint pinto. I need to find out more about his breeding. I think his mother was part Arabian and part draft, so the paint pinto must be on his dad's side. He's small, and although he still has some growing to do, he'll probably always be a small horse - but after all, I'm small too. :o)
I was so touched by what Michael did for me, not only because I really liked Panama, but because I felt a responsibility to him since I wasn't able to save his mother. It's like being able to keep an unspoken promise to the mare.