In my mind I hold a multitude of memories. Memories of good things and bad things, of happy and sad things, of beautiful and ugly things. And admist all these jumbled thoughts I hold some, more so than others, very close to my heart. These memories are of a special friend of mine. He is strong, handsome and has a wonderful personality. He is always there for me. This friend is my horse Sonny. I have grown up with him in my life and am always with him in everything I do. As far as horses go is definately one of a kind. No other surpases him in my mind. My memories of moonlit rides come racing back to me as they happened only last night. I can feel his muscles rippling under me as he runs through the fields, faster and faster with every lengthening stride. His Mane whipping at my face as I urge him on. At the top of the hill we come to a halt and I dismount. As I step back to look at him, I see him for the last time. My last memory. I hold his face close to mine, his long forelock hanging down in tresses between his large and knowing eyes. I see the moonlight glinting from them and outlining his long eyelashes. His silouhette is surrounded in the shimmering light of the full moon above. He tries not to let the pain show, he tries to be strong, but I can still see in his eyes the hurt that he feels. I couldn't let my friend suffer. Although he is gone, his spirit still runs in the open fields of heaven as he waits for his rider to join him. I always said I would go everywhere with him, that I would never leave his side. In my thoughts I am always with him, and one day the time will come when I will be by his side forever.
By Jennifer Thoms in loving memory of Saddleback Sonalect.