TLA
Halynov,
our
dear
friend
and
family
member
of
the
last
12
years
and
champion
Arabian
sport
horse
stallion,
had
a
tragic
freak
accident,
breaking
his
radius
in
four
places
close
to
the
shoulder.
Despite
the
efforts
of
two
veterinary
clinics,
there was nothing to be done; our wonderful stallion had to be put down.
He
was
kind
and
gentle
enough
to
be
ridden
trail
on
family
rides
--
even
when
our
kids’
mares
were
in
heat.
He
would
never
do
anything
to
hurt
the
children.
At
age
14,
our
daughter
Stacie
was
jumping
him
and
competed
in
shows.
I’ll
never
forget
the
day
she
took
stacked
cavalletis
5
ft
high
and
brought
him
from
the
barn,
unbeknown
to
me,
and
jumped
him.
I
was
just
walking
down
to
the
arena
when
I
saw
her
mid-air
going
over
the
jump
--
breathtaking.
I
didn’t
know
whether
to
chew
her
out,
or hug her -- I did both.
It
was
devastating
to
our
whole
family
when
we
lost
Halynov.
Our
daughter
learned
of
the
vet’s
decision
to
put
him
down
when
she
anxiously
called
me
from
high
school.
She
went
hysterical
crying.
A
friend
of
hers
was
nearby
and
asked
her
why
she
was
so
upset
about
just
a
horse.
Stacie
tried
to
explain
it
to
him,
“You
don’t
understand..
he
was
like
my
brother..
I
grew
up
with
him.”
That
pretty
well
sums
it
up:
we
all
grew
up
and
learned
from
him
--
his
amazing
heart
and
pride
that
he
showed
at
doing
a
good
job
in
his
classes
at
horse
shows.
The
way
he
tool
care
of
Stacie
when
she
was
jumping
him.
The
way
he
tackled
jumps
--
they
were
never
high
enough
for
him.
He
knocked
down
the
low
ones
on
purpose
with
disdain.
The
way
I
felt
when
I
was
flying
on
him
at
the
end
of
our
family
trail
rides
--
letting
him
run
full
our
at
the
end
in
pasture.
I
always
felt
that
I
had
harnessed
a
powerful
locomotive.
And
most
of
all,
the
way
he
wormed
his
way
into
our
family,
shaping
our
lives
for
the
many years we had him.
When
you
are
on
your
last
leg
and
ready
to
meet
your
maker,
all
you
really
have
then
is
your
memories
--
and
Halynov
was
responsible
for
many
of
my
best
ones.
I
have
to
add
that
the
feeling
is
mutual
with
our
family.
Mark
cried
for
the
first
time
since
the
birth
of
our
first
child
when
he
saw
Hal
take
the
Regional
Championship
in
Jumping.
Halynov
left
us
his
legacy
in
his
wonderful son,
Riverdance
.
Good-bye old friend
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
(By Melinda Sue Pacho)
We miss you dear friend
and still have our memories
of the love we shared.
TLA
Halynov,
our
dear
friend
and
family
member
of
the
last
12
years
and
champion
Arabian
sport
horse
stallion,
had
a
tragic
freak
accident,
breaking
his
radius
in
four
places
close
to
the
shoulder.
Despite
the
efforts
of
two
veterinary
clinics,
there
was
nothing
to
be
done;
our
wonderful stallion had to be put down.
He
was
kind
and
gentle
enough
to
be
ridden
trail
on
family
rides
--
even
when
our
kids’
mares
were
in
heat.
He
would
never
do
anything
to
hurt
the
children.
At
age
14,
our
daughter
Stacie
was
jumping
him
and
competed
in
shows.
I’ll
never
forget
the
day
she
took
stacked
cavalletis
5
ft
high
and
brought
him
from
the
barn,
unbeknown
to
me,
and
jumped
him.
I
was
just
walking
down
to
the
arena
when
I
saw
her
mid-air
going
over
the
jump
--
breathtaking.
I
didn’t
know
whether
to
chew
her
out, or hug her -- I did both.
It
was
devastating
to
our
whole
family
when
we
lost
Halynov.
Our
daughter
learned
of
the
vet’s
decision
to
put
him
down
when
she
anxiously
called
me
from
high
school.
She
went
hysterical
crying.
A
friend
of
hers
was
nearby
and
asked
her
why
she
was
so
upset
about
just
a
horse.
Stacie
tried
to
explain
it
to
him,
“You
don’t
understand..
he
was
like
my
brother..
I
grew
up
with
him.”
That
pretty
well
sums
it
up:
we
all
grew
up
and
learned
from
him
--
his
amazing
heart
and
pride
that
he
showed
at
doing
a
good
job
in
his
classes
at
horse
shows.
The
way
he
tool
care
of
Stacie
when
she
was
jumping
him.
The
way
he
tackled
jumps
--
they
were
never
high
enough
for
him.
He
knocked
down
the
low
ones
on
purpose
with
disdain.
The
way
I
felt
when
I
was
flying
on
him
at
the
end
of
our
family
trail
rides
--
letting
him
run
full
our
at
the
end
in
pasture.
I
always
felt
that
I
had
harnessed
a
powerful
locomotive.
And
most
of
all,
the
way
he
wormed
his
way
into
our
family,
shaping
our
lives
for the many years we had him.
When
you
are
on
your
last
leg
and
ready
to
meet
your
maker,
all
you
really
have
then
is
your
memories
--
and
Halynov
was
responsible
for
many
of
my
best
ones.
I
have
to
add
that
the
feeling
is
mutual
with
our
family.
Mark
cried
for
the
first
time
since
the
birth
of
our
first
child
when
he
saw
Hal
take
the
Regional
Championship
in
Jumping.
Halynov
left
us
his
legacy
in
his
wonderful son,
R
iverdance
.
Good-bye old friend
