Thunder  






Sorrel Quarter horse
13 years old
Passed December 13, 2011



When I was was seven years old, I was gifted with my very first horse. I named him Thunder. Over the years we gained each other's trust and became close at heart. He comforted me when I was upset by nudging me with his muzzle. It was like we understood one another. Sometimes I would lean against his front legs and talk about how strong of a bond we had grown and how much he meant to me.

When I rode him, I would occasionally let go of the reins while galloping in the fields. It was like we were both in sync and our hearts became one. Nothing could stop us from the freedom we were experiencing. My horse was my truest friend and companion. The greatest thing to ever happen to me, spending time with him was my one true passion. The eleven years spent with Thunder was time I wouldn't trade for the world.

Yesterday, my father called me. He was crying and I asked him what was wrong. That's when I received the unbearable news that my baby, Thunder, had been shot and died the previous night. My dad had the sheriff do an all-out investigation. Turns out that night someone had been spotlighting and mistook Thunder for a deer. I still don't want to accept the fact that he is really gone.

He will remain in my heart for the rest of my life. Our memories made will comfort me when I miss him most. I look forward to being reunited with him when I get to heaven. Thunder will be my Pegasus. Thankfully, I am not alone. My dad and I will work through this together. Life doesn't feel the same now that my baby is gone. In time I know things will look up but I will never forget my best friend, Thunder.

Halley














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