"April came to my heart crippled and so much a baby. At first I found her too much to handle. Slowly, as time went on, her wounds healed, she grew up a little, and I came to love her as my own. I tried not to favor her when I came for a visit but she was the first one I would take out, the first stall I would pick, and she always got the first peppermint. She was my first horse. She forever will be my pretty girl."