Four years gone, yet on this day it seems time stops for me. I remember your blaze, and the way your ears curved in at the top. I remember the light in your eyes when you saw jumps set in the arena. I remember the first crossrail we jumped after your injury and how I’d never felt happiness so complete before. I remember your choppy little trot, but your smooth canter. I remember the feel of your ride, different than any other. I remember the freedom, the courage and the pride you instilled in me. But most of all, I remember your heart and all that you gave to a teenage girl. I’ll always miss you, Visa.