I Remember the Feel of:

I remember the feel of the soft velvety smoothness of Honey's nose and my surprise when she crinkled her lips and its changed texture;

I remember the feel of roughness of the long straight rigid hairs in her ears;

I remember the feel of her stiff roached black mane clipped level by my scissors;

I remember the earthy smell of her lathered sweat after a hard ride;

I remember the feel of soapy water as I squeezed it through her short brown hair;

I remember the feel of her hair, left squeaky clean after I rinsed her off with cold 

water;

I remember the feel of the long hard muscle of her flank and its awesome potential power;

I remember the feel of the rippling veins that stood out on her belly as I ran my hands over them;

I remember the feel of her long mane, its coarse hairs that I braided while she patiently stood and waited;

I remember the feel of her friendship and snickering affection in response to my presence;

I remember the feeling of loss and despair as I watched her follow her new owner

down our dusty road and around the corner.