We call him Sun. He will be 23 in April. I love my pesky old, ill-mannered, pushy, punk muffin, food driven (psychotic might actually be a better word,) jealous-the-world-revolves-around-me, barn sour, screams if I leave the barn riding anyone else, old geezer. He is horribly, undeniably, embarrassingly ... p e r f e c t.
I cannot imagine what my life would be like without this wonderful old Morgan gelding. I hadn't thought about having another horse besides my Mae and I didn't really mean to have him. It was just that when he needed me, well, I fell in love and just could not let go. He really must have known... as I rode past him he poked his nose out at me and demanded my attention. And when I noticed his condition I could not STOP looking. It took nearly two years to talk his young owner into selling him to me. I will be forever grateful. He certainly has made me laugh, taught me incredible life lessons, made me a better horsewoman and been patient enough to be the teacher for my husband, my grandsons, my sister and my friends. My husband sometimes wonders why on earth I put up with him. I'm sure some of my friends have thought the same.
Still, there have been times when they have watched in awe at our teamwork, like the trail ride when he and I ponied the very large and upset Mustang back to the trailers after the horse had bolted through the desert with his rider and dumped her in the rough terrain. As members of the group tended to the injured rider, someone needed to pony the very agitated horse back to the trailers. Sun and I stepped up when there were no other volunteers. He was awesome with the young horse and really showed far more skill than I at the task. In another adventure, a friend rode him on a group trail ride while I rode Mae. He kept getting anxious any time Mae and I were out of his sight and when we crested a hill several minutes after them she allowed Sun to approach us to calm him down. He trotted right up and put his head in my lap. 'Oh my gosh!' She exclaimed. 'I thought he was upset because he couldn't see your mare but it's not the mare! It's YOU! He wants to be able to see YOU!'
If he is as madly and undeniably in love with me as I am with him.... well.... that makes me one very lucky girl.