I volunteer at a horse rescue. The first horse I worked with ( Working meaning feeding, grooming and leading her from stall to pasture) was Sugar. She was an elderly mare who was very kind and loving, the perfect horse. But no one adopted her because of her age, she was not rideable due to arthritis, and she had many meds. I grew VERY attached to her. I would have adopted her but I don't live in a good place to even maybe board her somewhere cheap. One day, I showed up at the rescue and went out to catch Sugar. When she was not in her pasture, I went to the barn. No Sugar. I went to the manager of the rescue and asked her where Sugar was. She turn to me and I saw tears well up in her eyes as she said " We had to put her down last night. She was in a lot of pain due to her arthritis." And now I miss her very deeply, as if she was my horse. She almost had been, so strong was our relationship. I have no photos I can show you, but she was a beautiful flea-bitten grey Quarter Horse.

Lovely story <3 I am "Summer" because the first miniature pony I bred is named Summer so she was my inspiration :D

Summer said:
Lovely story <3 I am "Summer" because the first miniature pony I bred is named Summer so she was my inspiration :D

Very cool!

I've wondered where your name came from. What a sweet story. Sugar sounds like she was a beautiful soul <3

My stable name is from a horse I knew, Willow. I rode her for around 3 years, then she was sold. I never saw her again, but I think of her everyday.

Mine is in remembrance of all horses related to Secretariat including himself. Not really a good story for mine but what ever floats my boat.

The horse I ride once broke his leg, all I could hear was his pain. Sometimes I can still hear it. That is why i am I Hear Screams.

My horse is in his early 20s. I can still ride him and compete with him (Approved by vet). After competitions I give him Bute. He still acts like a yearling (He is my banner and avi)

He looks like my gelding Aries who also is 20 or more.