“Chrome, Connella, I remembered Little Jimmy today,” Dinky said excitedly.
“Who is Little Jimmy, Dinky,” Connella asked curiously
“Little Jimmy, lived at the old stable with me. I didn’t see him much at first, for her was very sick, Connella. We all overheard the women discussing whether he would make it or not.” Dinky replied.
“Why does that make you so excited, Dinky?” Chrome inquired.
“Well, I guess it’s because Little Jimmy had it so much worse than the rest of us. Even worse than Kaylee did, and he made it, Chrome. For a long time, he had a tube stuck on his face, and you could see his ribs
through his skin, for he had no coat on a part of his sides.
Sometimes, at night we would hear people moving around in his stall and heard them as they helped him stand up and held him as they poured milk down his tube. The tube went right through his nose; it looked like an awful way to eat.” Dinky stated.
“Oh my! was all Connella could say at first. “However did you find out that he lived and was okay Dinky?”
“I overheard Marta, Christine, and April discussing it the other day. I have been racking my brain ever since to remember what he looked like the last time I saw him. I remembered the first time, but not the rest, things moved too fast at that time and then I came here.
They said he grew up to be a beautiful Palomino and was a trail horse living in his forever home with people who loved him, just like Ken and Marta love us.”
“That makes me happy too, said Chrome, for you were quite small and sickly when you came here and look at you now.”
Interrupting, Connella said. “Well, that just goes to show how love, care, and faith can work wonders now doesn’t it?”