I did, too. I was especially touched by the Jacksons in that clip where she was talking about the day they put him down, and he was sitting there looking at his feet, trying to keep a handle on himself. The one thing he finally managed to get out was "he had his basket of grass." They had brought him fresh-cut grass daily from their farm so he could "graze" in the ICU, and he had his grass first before they put him to sleep. I was sure crying at that one.
I loved the closing shots of his new brother frolicking, though. Foals embody hope.
Deb
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"Then we began to ride. My soul smoothed itself out, a long-cramped scroll freshening and fluttering in the wind." Robert Browning