In Memory of Silver Blog Archive on April 23, 2009, 8:30

by My Horse and Me, age 12

I can imagine Silver as a colt. He was probably black then. Slowly he turned into the white horse he is now. As he grew up and was broken in, I’m sure he was probably always sweet and gentle as he is now.

Silver is a white horse who has been owned by the stables where I ride for a very long time. He has always been the horse that the beginners have learned to ride on. He has been at the stables longer than me. He has always been sweet and I’ve never doubted him. He was put down recently. :( Sigh, it is really going to be different with him