I can’t believe it’s been a year since Kroni died.

Sometimes I think I see him out of the corner of my eye when I’m at the barn. He’s still an active presence. I remember how he used to open his stall door when he thought I wasn’t looking . . . and break into the hay storage area when he wanted more . . . he had a lot of personality and for a horse, a rather dry sense of humor.

I am grateful for the 12 years I had with him. He was my partner in many great adventures. I think he would approve of how Freedom has tried to fill his shoes.