Saturday was one of the worst days. My horse, Echo, that I raised and trained since he was born, eleven years ago, died. Echo was a horse with personality and was in his prime. Not many horses actually want to be ridden, but Echo did.
When we were together in the mountains there was a connection, peace, and understanding between the two of us that cannot be explained.
I have never felt so free at anytime in my life than I did when I rode on the back of Echo. I hope heaven has a place for a good horse.