When i was a little girl my grandparents bought this horse, Star. About a year later my parents adopted her from my grandparents. We always referred to her as that old horse...as in...that stubborn old horse, that ornery old horse, etc. She was all those things, but she wasn't old...not then anyway...she was only a year old when she became a member of our family.
I had other horses...I'll probably tell you about Trigger later (and yes, he was a palomino...a very sweet palomino). Star, however, was a part of so many memories...doubling bareback with my best girl-friend, going to horse shows, introducing young family to the joy of riding. She was not made of show-horse stuff, she really was stubborn and ornery, but she'd patiently stand there while i scrubbed and polished her, brushed and loved her. We turned each other into the best versions of ourselves.
Star did become an old horse...she lived 40 plus years...as old as Methuselah, some would say. She was no longer primped and polished, she had a winter coat that never shed and gray hair all around the namesake white star on her forehead...she'd still run away when we tried to catch her and then generously tolerate our attempts to show her our deep abiding love.
Did you share your life with a horse? Love to hear your story in the comments.