07/26/2025
Loving Wyatt - My Remembrance
I felt the whole world was right when I was with Wyatt. He was my breath of fresh air. He was kind, gentle and ever so trusting with me. I’d never had a bond so close with an animal than with Wyatt. Something drew us together. Our relationship was so uncomplicated.
Wyatt surely was a handsome guy. As I still do, I mucked stalls. Learning how to feed enabled me to be with Wyatt on a closer basis. Over time, Wyatt knew my voice. As I’d walk to his turnout calling his name, he’d whinny. Once there I’d say, “Come on, come here, and say hello.” Wyatt would turn his head toward my voice, start walking to me, swaying and nodding his head until he reached me. I’d ruffle his forelock. On my feeding days, he knew a 1/2 cut up apple in his grain may be hidden. If I needed to tidy up his turnout, he’d have his head on or near my shoulder or nudge me to get back to my sweet talkin’ to him.
As I groomed Wyatt, I’d ask him if I was doing a good job. l talked about the weather, where to be brushed more or complain with him about those menacing darn flies. I even sang an old TV theme song “Wyatt Earp.” Wyatt just put up with our one-sided conversation. That was Wyatt; patient and appreciative.
I loved taking photos with Wyatt, especially at holidays or BCHR events. I’d say, “Okay, let’s do this photo shoot.” I think if he could, his eyes would roll, but he just went with the flow.
I was there with Wyatt to his end comforting him, caressing his head. Erin and several other volunteers who cared so deeply for him were also present.
If I could just take another walk with him and spend a few more hours. I am so grateful for the time I had with Wyatt. I will forever love and miss him. Wyatt, I’ll see you again someday, my boy.