The other night, when I went out to the barn to feed the horses, for the first time Sulie refused to eat her grain. She wandered back out into the pasture and lay down. I put my arms around her neck and hugged her close and told her I'd do anything. The vet said we'd been lucky so far that it hadn't gotten really cold yet. The winter would have been too hard for her. I stroked her soft muzzle and let her go. Fletcher and Rocky watched quietly as I gently placed my old plaid jacket over her shoulders to deter the wild critters from disturbing her overnight.

Sulie, my beautiful gentle Arabian lady, is gone.