Post by wlwh_fund

JAN 17 2026 · 12:00

Dear Arnie, It’s been one year without you. A whole year. And somehow it feels both impossibly long and far too fast. I remember that morning so clearly. We woke up to a fresh blanket of snow. The sun was glowing, warm but distant, and the air was just cold enough that we could see our breath. I had been dreading that moment for five years. The moment I would have to say goodbye. You came into our lives as a 29 year old mustang, standing in a kill pen in Ohio. We thought you would be hospice.