I cannot remember a time when I did not want a horse. Every birthday and every Christmas I would ask for a horse. When I was 46 I decided to take riding lessons for exercise and to get me back into contact with horses. One day while talking to my instructor I mentioned that I would someday like to have my own horse. She said I know the perfect horse for you. She took me to one of the stalls and pointed out a 15.2 hand four year old chestnut gelding Quarter horse. She told me his name was…