We are delighted to share with you these stories from our readers about the special horses that won their hearts. We’ll post more Horse-Of-My-Heart stories each week so check back often.
It was 1970, and I was twelve years old. I had been searching for a horse for months. Like many little girls of that time, I dreamed of a beautiful pinto like Little Joe’s (on the TV show, Bonanza). But this shiny little horse, black as coal, sporting a perfect blaze, was not my dream horse. As I led him to the barn for saddling, I heard my Dad ask, “Did you call him Satan?” I’ve often wondered what my poor Dad was thinking when the answer was yes.
Lady Salubarr, or Lady, is a 14-year-old registered Arabian. But to me, papers mean nothing. Over the course of a year, we clicked.
Under an old Spruce tree, Beside a pond and rock, A little mare, Miami Mous, Went out for a walk
Venti saved my life, literally. She and I were trail riding one day trying to find the river that I’d been to once before, when we came upon a trident in the path. Not sure which path to take, I stayed to the right which was a huge mistake.
Like most horse-obsessed girls, I imagined my dream horse as a beautiful, pearl-white mare named Sparkles, or Princess. I bought every horse book I could get my hands on. I was ecstatic when my parents gave me riding lessons.
When we emigrated from South Africa and landed in Vancouver, I immediately started renting a horse twice a week and spent hours riding in the beautiful Golden Ears National Park.
Horses evolved as wandering herbivores, moving slowly for hours and taking bites of whatever forage they came across in their rambles. Modern feeding practice is quite different, with many horses given all-day access to rich forage, an invitation to obesity. Other horses are confined to stalls and given two or three large grain meals each day. Between flakes of hay with a high carbohydrate content, there are often long hours when these horses have nothing to eat.