Thank you , yorkie. I wanted a horse so bad when I was a teenager.
Me, too, Meg! Of course we didn’t live in an area where horses were permitted.
But, when I moved here, I used to feed “Fire” carrots every night, before dusk, for two years. I would whistle when I walked out the front door, and “Fire” would whinney! Then, I would walk the quarter mile to his enclosure, and he would be waiting. I would tell him he couldn’t have the carrot until he ‘kissed’ me - and he would throw his head way back, and show me all his teeth. Then, he would gently nudge my chin with his soft, fuzzy muzzle. Carrot time!
One day, I walked out my door and whistled. No sound from “Fire”. Again - I whistled....no sound. I walked to ‘our’ fence, and it was empty. They had taken him to another boarder.
I knew he would be looking for the ‘carrot lady’, and I missed him terribly. “Fire”, I hope you have found another person who loves you as much as I did.