Back when I was about eight, we adopted a burro through the BLM. He and I were both born in May of '88, and he became my best friend. We named him "Nestor" after the movie "Nestor the Long Eared Christmas Donkey," my brother and I's favorite. I would go out while he was laying in the pasture and use him as a pillow to read my books, or just chat with him. I was bullied quite a bit in school when I was younger, and Nestor always listened to me at the end of a long, bad day.
When some people from the BLM came to check on him a year after we got him, they couldn't believe how calm, easygoing, and friendly he was. He was turned out with a mixture of both mares and geldings, and never acted like a stud at all. He never batted an eye when the mares were in season, and there wasn't an agressive bone in his body. Our entire family fell in love with him (including the non-horsey boys) and so we decided to name our up-and-coming farm after this wonderful animal.
A few years ago we bought him a "wife." He had two girls and a boy. He loved all of his children, loved being around and baby-sitting when their mom needed a break. Sadly, he passed away on Valentines Day last year. We still have one of his daughters - named Terri - and today she gave us the most precious baby girl.
