I was sitting outside today looking though a photo album and I found these pictures of a horse I called Day Dreamer. I never owned him, but I worked at the place that owned him, I spent hours everyday for 2 summers out laying with him, wanting him so bad. my mom said I could get him soon, once we had enough money. When we had to build a barn for my sisters horse, I brought home a different horse in the middle on November/04. I never went to see my little DD. In feb. I was coming back in from feeding my other horse and mom saw I was in a good mood, she broke the news, Day Dreamer was dead. He had died the end on November, and mom had talked to his owner in January, she was so scared to tell me. I just remebernot being able to cry, I was so shocked to know that he was gone, and that I hadn't been able to say goodbye. The funny thing was, at the end on November, when he passed away, I hadd a hard time. I had no friends, mom was never home. It was as if his death had more of effect on mee then I thought. Still now, in June/06, I still cant believe that he is gone sometimes. I know im werid for still feeling really sad over, I know its not healthy but I still do.