Oh yes, I think that we all wander upon our horses for a reason. Sometimes like the paso fino my sis had it is only to be the middle man until the move safely onto another home (she was totally clueless and he was too much horse for her really) and sometimes as with most of us it is to be their forever home. I know I felt it the mintue I saw the two we have now.
Out of like 6 or 7 weanlings and yearlings our two would not be seperated, I had gone to look at the dun and this shaggy skinny ragedy sorrel mutt just wouldn't go away from the little red dun. I just knew she would end up as dog food if I left her there, if not starve to death for lack of being run off of her feed, so I brought her home, thinking she would be my horse and james could have his quarter horse (the dun - he has a thing for qh's) But guess what, he fell more in love with the shaggy mess! They were his easter surprise this year, so he didn't see them until a few days later when we went to pick them up. The first thing he asked was "Can we get a third horse?" to which I replied "What one?" "That sorry looking thing over there." as he pointed at Canela. All I could do was laugh. "that IS YOUR horse!" Then he asked so which is the other one, that red headed one?" That was our little dun Carmella he was pointing at then as they were both glued at their boney hips.
The moral of the storey is, either he really knows me that well (and we all know men don't listen right? J/k
) or destiny was that we should both have those two exact horses. Yup, they are sent to us for a reason...