It’s lonely here. I guess they think the huge meadow would make me happy in this new home. I miss my friends. This is a very nice area, but too big for just me. I also miss my rider. She was little and young, but we had a rapport I haven’t found here. I felt her tears on my neck as she kissed me goodbye. Her dad had to sell me for reasons I don’t know. My new owner should come and let me show him that I’m versatile. I can do ranch work with a Western rider or I can trot with an English saddle on my back. I hope he comes soon. It’s lonely here.