I believe in the hereafter, and I also believe in spirits or ghosts or whatever, though I try to keep a very pragmatic head on what people consider "proof." I used to be in a paranormal research society, and you get a feeling for things that are actually unexplainable, and things that just freak you out. 
That being said, my first horse's ghost is the reason I got back into horses at all. I sent him to a retirement home after he recovered from his second bout of EPM, because I was not financially set to take care of any horse, much less a medically needy one. He was 21 at the time, and I lost touch with his former owner (who was paying the retirement bills- hooray for first right refusal working out!). That was in 2003. After I gave him up, I was so heart-broken that I got out of everything horse. I literally sold everything I could find, right down to the Breyers. I ignored everything horse- didn't even touch them at the petting zoo.
Around 2008, out of absolutely nowhere, having barely even considered horses in five year, he started showing up in my dreams. Sometimes I'd be riding him, and it was strange, because we only cantered in these dreams. He and I had an accident (which led to his second EPM diagnosis) wherein he fell out from under me while cantering. Anyway, the dreams became so intense and so frequent, I found myself obsessing over horses all over again. I ended up hopping on the internet and finding my way back into horses.
When I gave him up, I was wracked with guilt. I had stood in his stall, sobbing on his neck, pleading him to get better, and then I basically abandoned him, due to some really bad stuff going on in my personal life. He was well cared for under the board agreement, but I just disappeared to him. Then I wrapped him up, put him in a trailer, and sent him off to retirement, where I understand he was super, super happy. The guilt is what kept me away from horses for five years... but then, having those dreams, where he was my partner again, and we were super-besties again? It made me feel like he was telling me it was ok.
One could argue that it's my own internal coping mechanism, and I could see that, except I'm not built that way. I'm the sort to torture myself with guilt. And why I should start obsessing over horses out of nowhere after five years of barely acknowledging them is just bizarre to me. I know it sounds nutty. But then last year, after my grandmother passed, I started having dreams about her and my grandfather as well, and... well, to keep this novel from growing, let's just say "coincidence" just isn't the right word!
OP- I guess the main part is how the cardinal makes you feel. There no real way of proving whether it's your mare or not, but if it makes you feel better to see the cardinal, and you feel in your soul it's your mare, who does it hurt? I think it's perfectly rational to find comfort in a sign, and to interpret that sign with your soul, regardless of what other people's brains say.

That being said, my first horse's ghost is the reason I got back into horses at all. I sent him to a retirement home after he recovered from his second bout of EPM, because I was not financially set to take care of any horse, much less a medically needy one. He was 21 at the time, and I lost touch with his former owner (who was paying the retirement bills- hooray for first right refusal working out!). That was in 2003. After I gave him up, I was so heart-broken that I got out of everything horse. I literally sold everything I could find, right down to the Breyers. I ignored everything horse- didn't even touch them at the petting zoo.
Around 2008, out of absolutely nowhere, having barely even considered horses in five year, he started showing up in my dreams. Sometimes I'd be riding him, and it was strange, because we only cantered in these dreams. He and I had an accident (which led to his second EPM diagnosis) wherein he fell out from under me while cantering. Anyway, the dreams became so intense and so frequent, I found myself obsessing over horses all over again. I ended up hopping on the internet and finding my way back into horses.
When I gave him up, I was wracked with guilt. I had stood in his stall, sobbing on his neck, pleading him to get better, and then I basically abandoned him, due to some really bad stuff going on in my personal life. He was well cared for under the board agreement, but I just disappeared to him. Then I wrapped him up, put him in a trailer, and sent him off to retirement, where I understand he was super, super happy. The guilt is what kept me away from horses for five years... but then, having those dreams, where he was my partner again, and we were super-besties again? It made me feel like he was telling me it was ok.
One could argue that it's my own internal coping mechanism, and I could see that, except I'm not built that way. I'm the sort to torture myself with guilt. And why I should start obsessing over horses out of nowhere after five years of barely acknowledging them is just bizarre to me. I know it sounds nutty. But then last year, after my grandmother passed, I started having dreams about her and my grandfather as well, and... well, to keep this novel from growing, let's just say "coincidence" just isn't the right word!
OP- I guess the main part is how the cardinal makes you feel. There no real way of proving whether it's your mare or not, but if it makes you feel better to see the cardinal, and you feel in your soul it's your mare, who does it hurt? I think it's perfectly rational to find comfort in a sign, and to interpret that sign with your soul, regardless of what other people's brains say.


How she could have even known he had died I am not sure, as it is not something we discussed with her nor did she have the capacity to understand it at that age. 
Yeah - weird, but incredibly distinct. I've never experienced anything like it before or since. Anyway I bowed to the inevitable and bought him a couple of weeks later. And he is without question "The One" for me. I do think the spirit that is my horse is the spirit that was my first horse. And it's not like my horse behaves much like my first horse either. It's something else.
), going through paperwork, trying to find his wallet, that whole thing. In the middle of the day--wide awake and alert--I was walking from one wing of the house to the other when I clearly and distinctly heard my father's talking. He had a unique tenor voice, and he was speaking in his very familiar long-winded-story lilt. I froze in my tracks when I realized what I was hearing. No, that is NOT him. He is GONE now. I analyzed my environment: the TV was not on, the radio was not on, the only other male in the house was my very deep-bass-voiced husband... Still, I could still hear Dad. NO, I told myself, that is NOT possible. I shook my head and walked on, refusing to believe what I'd heard.
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