Byron is with me forever

Today, October 20, 2009, is the one year anniversary of Byron's death. I miss him so much. The sorrow never fades, but my wonderful memories of Byron will live on forever.

I tend his grave as though it were my own. In some ways, a piece of me was buried that morning with Byron.

Often when I am in the barn, I see the white plastic bags of bedding stacked in his stall and see him instead. Visions of him running out of the corner of my eye catch me daydreaming and smiling at the wonder of his antics.

I miss the smell of his skin when I would press my nose against his neck...it was sweet. He and I had a very special bond.

After much thought, I wanted to have him with me always, so why not a tattoo. He is there on my left leg. The same leg that ultimately cost Byron. The shooting star is significant of the only registered marking listed on his papers. His true name was Nebula , like the stars! He was and will always be my star.