Khaalita, my beautiful Arabian/Quarterhorse cross mare. My best friend of more than 18 years. With me from age 5 months until she died of a twisted bowel at age 19. I would have paid anything to save you. You
were the best stress manager anyone could have. I miss you every day.
Somewhere, somewhere in time’s own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go…..
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.