memories

It was 6 years ago, on the 23rd of this month, that Thunder died. She was my first horse, my friend, and losing her was the saddest day of my life. We had such great times together in the 7 years that she was a part of my life. In some ways it seems like so much longer ago than 6 years, yet the memories of that day are still so painfully etched into my mind that it doesn't feel like it's been that long at all. It took a long time before I could be happy when remembering her--the sadness of her final day completely overshadowed the joy of all the years. I smile when I think of her now though, and all the silly things she did, her snooty attitude...

Sometimes I have to wonder how much of life is due to fate, do things really happen for a reason? I've always wondered what would have happened if she hadn't died that summer. She would be 30 now. I wouldn't have bought Gwen. If I didn't have Gwen, I probably wouldn't have adopted Shylah. I never would have even thought this six years ago, but I think that things turn out the way they are for a reason. When a friend leaves, and leaves an empty spot in your heart, it means someone else will come along to fill it up. I miss her though. I always will.