Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Valentine's Day, 2011 was the 34th anniversary of the death of Stormy. She was my most precious first horse and the best earthly friend I have known.
As I drove past her grave site that morning I cried as I often do. How can it be that after 34 years I still miss her? Love just never grows old, I guess. Love never dies. I am so blessed to have had her, as she loved me, too. Through my most awful years she was there for me. So many tears were dried by her beautiful, creamy mane. So many miles I rode upon her sleek, white back. No saddle - we were one. So many things I could tell about our few short years together. But I won't. Because the most important thing of all is that the love just goes on and on. My only Stormy - died Feb. 14, 1978.