Three days before my 60th birthday (7/29/07) I lost a really good friend. Her name was Blue Spirit but I always called her little sister because that was how she felt to me. I had changed her name from tuffy bar.
She could be a hot pony to mount but once on her she would do any thing for you. Or at lest for me, before I bought her no one would go close to her and she stood alone 24/7 in her paddock.
I didn't work in her area often and because of her name I thought that she was a gilding, guess I could have looked closer. But to make a long story short, the first time her and me were in the arena at the same time she started following me like a puppy.
God I miss you Blue.
Thank you for a place that I can say that.