I was going to post on how wonderful a weekend I had with family and friends. I did.

I found out today that my first horse, Harley, who I sold to a gal who wanted to trail ride, who later went on to join the Oakland Mounted Patrol, died unexpectedly. I guess it happened a few months ago but I just never heard the news until today.

Poor sweet Harley. With the uncertain fate of the Mounted Patrol unit he was kept at Piedmont Stables in Oakland (he arrived a month after I left there). I kept wishing our paths would cross.. wishing that I could go see him and say hello, but I think a small part of me didn't want to see him. I know that I rescued him from being cowboyed around that horrible ranch.. he came to me with so many vices, being overly headshy and sensitive and untrusting. Over the 4 years I owned him I made so many mistakes being a novice horse owner, a small part of me couldn't bear to see him. And now I can't. :'(

Rest in peace, Beau, I will always remember you. Thank you for teaching me so much. Despite all the pain you went through you were always so kind and forgiving towards me. I'll always be greatful to have been blessed to have you in my life. I know you're running in greener pastures now, where you're pain free and happy.