I walked her to her pasture and released her. . .she lingered and gave me a few more snuggles. As I watched her turn and walk away from me, tears began to build up in my eyes. She stopped and glanced back at me. I couldn't bring myself to leave the gate and walk back to my mother's. It was the hardest good bye to say. . .and we used no words. I know I have a special bond with my miracle horse. We are meant to be in each others lives. She brings more happiness into my world than just about anything else. It's hard to have to say good bye to her. . .not knowing when I'll make it home again to ride her.
Being alive and healthy enough to ride my horse is truly a gift from my Donor and her family. Every time I ride Pixy. . .I think about how if I hadn't had a Donor when I needed one, I would have never been able to do this. I actually would have never lived to see Pixy again. What an incredible person my donor must have been. Her lungs have given me so many wonderful gifts and treasured memories for almost 4 years.
Pixy was born in the spring of 2007. . .I was in Pittsburgh fighting for a second chance at life Dec 2007. What an incredible journey!

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Awww I'm sorry you miss your horse. She looks lovely.
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