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If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Small in stature. Huge in personality.

There are barn cats and there is barn family. Phil fell into the latter. Not to be content to just be a mouser, (save that dirty work for others), he prided himself on being the welcoming committee and hitchhiker wannabe.

The minute someone pulled in he would be there. Sure, probably in the hopes for a treat, but always would settle for multiple belly rubs. We all learned early on not to leave a car door or trunk open for too long because we would be sure to come back and find Phil sitting there waiting to go for a ride. 

He never shied away from activity and often had to be the center of attention. A grazing partner. An arena supervisor. A tack truck invader.  He wore many hats and stole many a heart. We will miss you Phil but we will surely never forget you. 

Photo courtesy of Kimberly Potterf Photography

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