There is a kind of love between a cowboy and his horse that the world rarely understands. A silent, sacred bond stitched together by countless mornings, long rides, and the steady comfort of knowing you are never truly alone. Today, when Sunshine was brought to Jovaun’s casket, it felt as though time itself stopped. Horses don’t cry like we do, but if ever an animal’s heart could break, it broke today. Sunshine didn’t just lose a rider, he lost his companion, his protector, his whole world. And