As a result of moving my horses to a better barn after the death of my mare, I made some great friends. My faith in equestrian people was revived.
I would only be at that boarding barn for a few months. The plans for my own stables at home had finally been approved and the building was now under construction. But that time was filled with camaraderie and riding with like-minded horse lovers, who came to my barn party when I was able to bring my three remaining horses home.
Two years later I took my youngest horse to a show.
When I drew up with my trailer, I was thrilled to see I’d parked next to a family of horse riders I knew well from my happy boarding barn days. They were all there—mother, father, son, and daughter, who was riding her mare that day. Cruz remembered the little paint
