Join Date: May 2011
Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Vanna is my horse simply because of who she is. I knew her when she was just a young horse on the race track. I worked with her and I was one of the only people she completely trusted. I could do anything with her and she would depend on me to take her to and from the track, harness her up, groom her, turn her out, and care for her. When she moved to a different barn, I lost track of her.
Twelve years later, I managed to locate her and was given the opportunity to purchase her at a very reasonable price. I showed up at the farm with a trailer and the moment she saw me, she appeared to recognize me. As soon as I took her lead line, she pushed her head into my chest and just stood there. When I go to the barn to see her now, she always meets me at the gate, nickers to me and licks my hands. She trusts me to keep her safe, and I trust her with my life. We understand each other, I don't try to change her past and she doesn't try to test me. Together, we're a solid duo. She's aloof to everyone else and is very choosy about who is allowed to touch her, but with me... her playful, curious side comes out. It's a very common for her to take my brushes and hold them just above my head, and then fling them across the barn aisle. If I glare at her, she'll lick my cheek and rub her muzzle against the wet spot, smearing dirt across my face.
She is my horse, and I am her human. That's what makes our relationship so special. We belong to each other and the bond was still there after a 12 year absence.