My earliest memories are of wanting to have a horse or wanting to be one. I was one of six children, and my father was a self-employed mechanical engineer. My parents loved animals and would have loved for as to have a horse, but they did their research and didn't feel they could commit to caring for a horse. I know now that they were wise, but I used to wish so hard that I would look out my bedroom window and see a horse. I made do by making friends with everyone in our community who had a horse and then doing all of their horse chores for them.
As I grew up, my other interests (writing, music, art) led me to live in the city. I still loved horses, but was afraid I'd never have one. When I became addicted to gardening, my husband and I purchased a half acre property in the middle of Portland, OR. A friend who ran a small pet rescue came to visit, and suggested that we had enough room to finally get my horse. I said that it wasn't really enough room for a horse or even a pony. She asked, "How about a mini?" I replied that they cost a fortune.
About a week later, this friend called me. A woman had come into her pet shelter looking for info on starting a rescue -- in her case, farm animals. This woman had asked if she knew anyone interested in adopting a miniature horse.
The rest is history.
This next month we will celebrate our 10th anniversary of being owned by Mingus. It's astonishing how much a small horse can change your life! In that time, we have adopted and purchased three additional minis, moved to the country, lost one mini (full-sized heartbreak), learned to drive and and and...