Manyhorses

I have already had the unbelievable privilege and honor to own the horses of my dreams.

From the time I could walk, I always wanted a horse of my own. These beautiful, graceful creatures who were so magical in their own way, I was under their spell.

In the fourth grade I drew a picture of my ideal horse and my mother kept it.

Through my life I collected horse figurines and the Breyer horses of course.

The whole time knowing I could never own a real horse because I was too poor.

Then after my children were grown, my sweet husband bought me my first horse!

The horse was a beautiful black and white full blanket spotted with lightening marks and striped hooves. His name was Kemosavi or Mo for short.

Mo was the same horse that I drew in school.

From the moment I met him, I felt like I was meeting my brother. We were soulmates in every sense. He took care of me when we rode out he never spooked, he always stepped carefully and he had a sense of knowing where I wanted to go without me having to reign him or leg him. We communicated without speaking.

Mo was my very best friend and I still grieve loosing him. He was my heart and soul.