Special Occasion

God never made a better horse.
Holliday was a beautiful, elegant 1986 TB
mare. She was grand lady and carried
herself with a great deal of poise and
dignity.
She had a kind eye on a beautiful face.
She was as honest as they come,
intelligent, and sweet. Above all, she had
a huge heart. There was nothing that she
wouldn't do, or try to do for me.
When we bought her, she was a horse
that was just turned out without a second
thought. We saw something special in
her, and we were right.
She was a successful show hunter for a
number of years. Most importantly,
though, she was my first horse and a
good friend. I'll miss her eager nickers
and those warm, loving eyes. Nobody
will ever be able to take her place.

Holliday took care of the babies and
looked out for the new horses. She was
as trustworthy and dependable as you
could ask a horse to be. I guess you
could say that she was my right-hand girl.

Holliday brought me more joy than
anyone could ever imagine. I owe so
much to her. She was very special to me
and will always be with me in my heart.

The barn and my world will never be the
same without you. I'll see you again
soon, Muffin.

Don’t Cry for the Horses
Brenda Riley-Seymore

Don’t cry for the horses that life has set free,
A million bay horses forever to be.
Don’t cry for the horses now in God’s hands
As they dance and they prance in a heavenly band.
They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
As they closed their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound, on wings they can fly,
A million bay horses against the blue sky.
Look up into heaven; you’ll see them above,
The horses we lost, the horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing, they gallop through time,
They were never yours, they were never mine.
Don’t cry for the horses; they’ll be back someday.
When our time is gone, they will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker close to your ear?
Don’t cry for the horses; love the ones that are here.
Don't cry for the horses, lift up your sad eyes
Can't you see them as they fly by?
A million bay horses, free from hunger and pain
Their spirits set free until we ride again.

Rainbow Bridge

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone
here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and
hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play
together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and
our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had
been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who
were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as
we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing:
they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left
behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one
suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are
intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break
away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and
when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling
together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy
kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved
head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet,
so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

THEN YOU CROSS RAINBOW BRIDGE TOGETHER...