I had to put down my daughter's 41 year old Polish arab tonight. He was lame and in pain, and it was his time. He was her first horse. We both cried and held each other up as the vet administered the drugs. He went without a struggle, like he was relieved to let go. I rescued Rajah from starvation when he was in his late 20's, and he repaid us with love, entertainment and laughter. He taught my daughter to ride, never showed his years, and loved to eat so much. He was feisty and full of life, and loved to pretend he was a stallion in the Spring when the mares were in heat. He could open almost any gate, almost any door, take off any fly mask and blanket. He loved my daughter with all of his heart, and never failed to greet her when she came to feed him. I will miss him forever. There will never, ever be another one like him. He was truly one of a kind. He's at the Rainbow Bridge with his friends Mariah and Artemis. Hopefully he has enough teeth to enjoy the beautiful grass.