I found that I was thinking of Dad the entire day. I saw these little metal cutouts and they brought such a smile to my face:
This guy's a Header. Dad was a Heeler. I didn't think it mattered too much.
I know he's a header because the steer can only turn toward the horseman. It's so fantastic to see a good Header and Heeler team quickly rope the steer and stretch it out between them - horns lowered and both back feet perfectly caught.
(sorry for the sideways photo)
Though I'm not one to buy frivolous things like this, I kept walking around the store with them in my hands, still smiling. I put them down at one point and was going to walk away, when suddenly I realized what day it was:
I scooped them up and headed to the register. Now they're in Ty's old room, and Mom can enjoy them when she visits in July.