Sinja, whose bones you see here, was a fine, darkbrown English thoroughbred mare, which I bought at age 38 to reconnect to my former life in the saddle. She was just the horse, which, some twenty-five years earlier, had carried me to a first, albeit small victory. Sinja started race training at the age of one-and-a-half. She won and placed in the German 'Ausgleich III and IV' age three to six and retired from racing at age seven. Efforts to breed her did not succeed, which was why I could buy her at age eleven. She was my favorite mount until her final retirement at age eighteen. Giving birth to a dog-size Anglo-Arabian filly at the age of twenty, she died at age twenty-five, surrounded by her group in the field, after a fracture of the left upper arm pierced her main artery. Despite and because of all that spoke against her (and us), I renamed her Sinja after purchase, which is short for 'Sinn-ja' (meaning as much as 'Makes Sense').