Hi!! This is Horse11 here with a totally true story.

It was a cold day in September when I was tacking up my pony, and my friend walked over and said, after we ride, it's time to say good bye.

I knew what she meant. My favorite pony had to be put to sleep. She couldn't walk anymore. She was very old. After I rode, I went out into the field with two of my friends. It started to rain. All the other horses were near her.

We sat out there for about an hour or so, soaking wet, cold, and sobbing, but we told her how much we loved her. And how much we were going to miss her. Then it started to lighting and thunder, but we stayed. Then it was time for the 4-H meeting. It started to downpour. We said our final good-byes, and left.

A year later, I was lying on the ground with the same friends, and we looked up and saw a horse head, made of a cloud. We said that she was looking at us, to see how we were doing.

I'll never forget that sad, cold day in September.