In Loving Memory
I wrote this poem a
couple of years ago
for someone who lost
a filly.  I changed a
few words to make it
fit our situation.

HIS DESTINY

He appears in the
distance
with wings on his
sides,
prancing and
dancing with
long flowing
strides.
He is graceful and
swift,
bound only by air.
A moment, no
longer,
is all he can share.
To tell us he is
happy
and he's found so
much more.  
Where the grass
is greener;
much sweeter
than before.
With a flick of his
head  
he walks into the
light
and he nickers so
softly
to tell us
goodnight.

by Michelle Koster
copyrighted
Florrisants Sunshine Echo
or just plain
Sunny
35" AMHR Stallion
Thank you Sunny for all the good
things you brought into our lives
and for always giving your best.
  
I love you
Sunny - you
are a good
horse.  I'm
sorry about the
snake.  Your
friend, Jeff.
This beautiful boy came into this
world on March 12, 2001.  He left it
on October 30, 2003.  Our sweet
Sunshine how we will miss you.
Sunny I heard you went to see God.  I cried when I found out, but then
thought about how much happier you would be . . . no pain . . . all green
grass.  I remember when we unloaded you and you were so small.  I
watched you grow into the sweetest horse I have ever been blessed to
know. Sunny I miss you so much and will always love you.  No one will
ever take your place in my heart.
Love, Katy
First Star of Circle C Ranch
1995 - 2001
We gaze upon their quiet beauty, their natural elegance, and we are
captivated.  They see us softly, in gentle light . . . rewarding human
companionship with strength, grace and intelligence.  As they run
through arenas and open fields, past mountains and seas, moving like
the wind toward Heaven, we travel with them, if only in our hearts.
         --Anonymous  
 
Rosy
1989-2006

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Angel
Age estimated to be about 34 years.
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"…for if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes she leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling,
laughing, begging, it matters not where that dog sleeps.

On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream she knew in puppyhood, or
somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is one to a dog, and all one to
you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost - if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.

If you bury her in this spot, she will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death,
and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heel,
they shall not growl at her nor resent her coming, for she belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by her footfall, who hear no whimper, people who
have never really had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of her master…" author unknown
Tulsa
2004-2006
Momma Goat
Our first goat.  She lived for about 15 years -
the matriarch of our goat family.  Momma
Goat was a wonderful mother.
Daisy
Katy's first pony - unfortunately we have no photos of her.  Katy got her when
she was about 3 years old.  We only had her about a 1 ~  1/2 years.  Daisy was
estimated to be over 35 years old (after we bought her of course).
Buster
1992-2005
Juliet
1990-2000