... to sit in a pasture and be shoved a little by a soft muzzle, "you're sitting on my grass," he said.
... to have my "messy bun" wiggled around by inquiring horsey lips and the sides of my face and shoulders snuffled to her personal satisfaction before resting her horsey cheek next to mine...
... to land off the last jump of a perfectly ridden course, and shout my "Yeah! Baby! Whoot!" while he bucks his pleasure, and we laugh at our accomplishment...
... to scratch the itchy spots that an aging arthritic neck can no longer reach, and be ever so gently scratched by horsey teeth in thanks...
... this is one of the sweetest things on earth, to be loved by a horse.
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