Hard to believe this was taken only four springs ago. Where does the time go? I still miss Tia and the Bean every day. It’s hard to get used to looking at Dharla and Bullet down in the pasture and seeing only two horses. And every time I see a picture of a grey Arab I feel a little stab of sadness. I wonder if I’ll always feel the small hole in my heart that opened when I lost Tia? I’ve had dogs all my life and I’ve never felt their loss years after they’ve passed on. Good dogs, too. But with every new dog that comes into my life the pain of losing the previous dog lessens, and eventually gives way to happy memories. I’ve not found this to be so with my horses, and I’m not sure why.