Moose

The other day I was telling one of my coworkers about my horse Moose.  Oh how I loved that horse!!  Ever since I can remember I have loved horses and have been ridding since before I could walk.  My Grandparents (my mom's side) had horses when I was little as well as my Aunt Marla but they both lived out of town.  When I was in third grade we moved into a house that had a horse pasture in it.  My dreams of owning a horse only grew from there.  When I was in high school I started to try and figure out a way to get my parents to give their blessing so I could own a horse.  After saving my money I was finally given the ok to buy a horse which is how Moose came to live with me.  He was such an amazing horse and I rode him almost daily.  He was the kind of horse anyone could ride so I often had friends who wanted to come and ride him as well.  Moose was not only my very own but he was also one of my best friends.  I told him everything.  If I was ever having a bad day all I had to do was go outside and ride my horse.  I could get on him without a saddle or bridle and just walk around the pasture.  He also let me stand on the saddle and never once tried to buck me off.   There was one day I was ridding double with my boyfriend and we managed to fall off (my boyfriend was NOT very horse wise); Moose just stopped and looked back at us.  Some of my best memories come with that horse.  Someday I would love to own horses again, but when I do I am not sure if any of them will ever top Moose.