by Briana | It was March 14, a Thursday. The afternoon was warmer for a March day. I gathered my grooming tools from the barn, then headed out to the meadow where Amigo is kept. Rewind a little… Amigo was a birthday gift I received in June 2012, less than a year ago. Amigo was small, but he had a big heart. Like they say, big things come in small packages…

by ratherberiding | Recently, Reddemeade Farms lost a wonderful and faithful friend. Bob was a long-time school horse used mainly with beginners. Every single child (and adult) who met him fell in love with him. He was a very special horse, no doubt about it…

by EllaI gaze into the paddock. Four horses; but soon to be three. Zeekey, the only chestnut, is gazing contently. Unaware of the life-changing decisions to be made. I watch as Zeekey bites Glamour, the palomino pony. Zeke’s unhappy; he never used to bite…

by barrelracer37 | I can still vividly remember that clear, cold day in February when I met him… I was instantly hooked on that beautiful, black two-year-old horse with the only white on him…

by ddog777
Black to gray,
you stole my heart away.
You were my dream,
I realize it now.
You were it, without doubt…

by Millie | Pip. The pony who will stay in my heart forever. 13.2hh, Welsh pony. The most beautiful palomino ever, with two brilliantly blue eyes, a white speckled belly, and a ‘bald’ face…

by Ginger | Some of you may know that I had a little Welsh pony I was training and her name is Lady. Well, Lady is not mine, she is actually my friend’s horse. They let me have her for a while and said I could train her. I had her for eight months and I took her training seriously…

by Peanut | We humans are born, we live, then we die. We have times of anger, grief, fear, happiness, and jealousy. Horses are different; they live a life of happiness and love…

by My Horse and Me | I can imagine Silver as a colt. He was probably black then. Slowly he turned into the white horse he is now. As he grew up and was broken in, I’m sure he was probably always sweet and gentle as he is now…

by monkey | At least once in each horse lovers life we will experience the death of a loved one. I don’t know about you, but I sometimes wonder why horses don’t live that long…