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I have had hundreds of pets, horses, cows, monkeys, lizards, snakes, tarantulas, and so much more. They were my pets, my responsibility to look after them and care for them. In the first time in my life, I was the pet, to Toby. He did not belong to Myles and I but we belonged to him. He was the master of this ranch, the protector, the boss. We all (goats, dogs, pigs, Myles and I, even the chickens) respected his throne. There has never been a nail that has been nailed on this ranch, a new animal that hasn't been tutored, a coyote thas has yelped in the night that Toby didn't take charge. To Myles and I, he was the man of the house and we have taken comfort in this for the last five years. Toby was never broke like most horses as he had the spirit that was given to him at birth. He told all of us what to do and we all lovingly did it, he watched over us. But he watched over all of us with love and compassion. He would wiggle his nose on you to let you know how much he loved you. When he was full of piss and vinegar, look out. He would even sneek up on Aaron and Tuyet's tiny Shi-Tzu and just nuzzle her with his nose. Everyone here seems a little lost, like we don't have Toby to do the checks and balances that he has always done. I wish I could of bottled his smell, everyday I smelled him, it was always like sniffing lavendar and calming my soul. He protected Myles and I, living out here in the country alone and I thank him for that. I WAS PROUD TO BE HIS PET.
You will always be remembered "The boob"!