I've had a long life. I've loved, and lost, and laughed, and cried. I've met more ponies than almost anyone else. But I can feel it all drawing to a close, and this story is nearing its completion.

We never realise just how much some ponies mean to us until they're gone, and there is always one pony in particular that means the most. And when that pony goes we can do nothing but remember them, try to keep them alive in thoughts...

And remember...