Had a dream about this little guy last night. Usually I can tell what triggers my dreams but I couldn’t think of anything the day before. Just my brain bringing things up, I guess. It was nice to see him and he remembered me and was fat and sassy and shiny and I was trying to figure out how to not let them figure out it was me who’d bought him, and he and Pearl were best friends and we went on a bareback trail ride and were just about to pick up a gallop when I woke up. And spent the day crushed that I will never see his sweet face or hear his dopey high-pitched “feed me” whinny. Actually I think what made dredged it up and hit me the hardest is I’ll never get to see him improve. I had a tough but very productive lesson on Pearl yesterday afternoon, and I can’t help thinking of how far Pearl’s come in just a few months, and he could do that too.