Let's begin with the 3 horses that are no longer with me. First, there was B-Mark, aka 'The Devil Horse'. To be fair, he probably wasn't all bad. Had I known then what I know now... things would not have got out of hand, the way they did. Mind you, no matter how much I may learn and how good of a horse woman I may become... he would never be the right horse for me. But, I also have to be grateful for that horse; he changed the course of my life. I hope he is doing well.
Sophie. Beautiful, lovely, quirky Sophie. She was my daughter's horse, and then, for a while, our only horse. She could be as gentle as a warm summer breeze (or, as stubborn as an old mule), she babysat beginner riders (and me, when I had lost all confidence)... and, she would challenge her rider when he/she was ready. Part Arabian, she was strong willed, but always sensible. She died at age 35 in an accident at the barn where she was boarded for the winter. Her picture hangs in the barn; I look at her every day.