To be content horse people need only a horse or lacking that someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse real or imagined was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes Id tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. Hed lean over smile and assure me that one day Id have one for real. And if my grandfather my Opa told me something was going to come true it always did.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.