White with some little spots on her neck, so I called her Shining Rain.
Her mother was an American paint horse and her father Anglo-Arabian. Mixed horse but such a friendly, lovely one.
I didn't realize that days were running so fast... So my mare grow up fast into a big, strong and healthy horse full of energy.
She was my city star, everybody loved her, even me. When my mare was 6 years I had to leave her for some time, cause I started my studies at university. It was very hard to leave her, I cried some days: She was all my love and best friend.
One day I was walking down the street with my friend at midnight.
Suddenly I heard something walking, we stopped and stared into something. A big shadow came out from behind a tree, we started screaming, and then I heard a lovely sound to me, a very familiar horse's voice.. I called Shinny, but the voice didn't appear any more.
When I got back to my room, I called my mum to ask how my dear horse was and I was shocked when she said that my mare was stolen.
I realized that that voice was a scream of my mare.
I stopped studying, I was doing everything to get back my mare. I sold my car, rings, earrings, I also was thinking about to work in a night club, but my friends and people of the city where my parents live helped me. The police helped me too. They sent money to thief and we all were waiting for an answer.
After a few long hours, the police called me to their office. They said that the thief told them that my horse had run away. I screamed, and cried everybody tried to calm me.
One year later I had a call from a little girl, who said that a white horse was standing behind a big tree. I realized that there was the house where we lived some years ago with my mare. I went there as fast as I could, and when I got there I thought my heart would stop working.
She was standing and staring at me, I smiled she jumped and ran towards me, I hugged her, kissed her, and I promised her I will never again leave her alone...