I can't even remember how I got back in touch with the filly's owners. It's likely they called me. The filly, named Shaklana, was shown in halter until she was in a horrific trailer accident. This ended up giving Shaklana a large scar on her rump, ending her halter career and providing a lifelong fear of trailers. Completely understandable! Shaklana now was maybe 5 or 6 and the owners wanted to know if I wanted her back. I took her back. I still had the dam so was curious if, after all this time, they would recognize each other.
Shaklana came home and after all the proper introductory steps to the herd, she was turned out into a large pasture with her dam.
I will never forget it. They touched noses and then immediately set off around the large pasture in one of those floaty trots Arabs do so well, with the horses looking like hovercrafts moving around the field! They trotted, and floated... side by side, in perfect harmony, in stride, and in sync. It was a beautiful sight! I cried. It was amazing to see. Yes, I guess they remembered each other!
What a beautiful thing is harmony!
Synonyms for syncverb go along with; coexist