In the quiet of the morning, I enter the tranquil barn. I walk toward her stall, and out of the stillness I softly utter her name. I hear a rustle as she turns to greet me. The door creaks as I slide it open. My cool hands meet her warm muzzle, and they slide across her smooth mane and woolly, winter coat. I fetch a cookie from my pocket, and she gently eats it. She yields her neck toward me as I tie a light rope halter over her head. We walk together into the world.
When I first knew Savanna, our worlds clashed. She had been so tainted by the bitterness of humanity that she lacked all trust of man’s goodness. She was torn down, body and soul, for man had forsaken his responsibility to care for her. It has taken years for me to develop the attitude, feel, and understanding needed for this animal to trust me. She has shown me grace when I fail to earn her trust, and she has taught me to approach every moment with respect for her dignity. A living, breathing, thinking horse is she.
I consider it my great privilege to see the world through the ears of this kind animal. She has shown me with honesty and grace how to form a communication and bond. She has become a partner of mine, and I hope each day she sees me as the same.
An unknown future lies before Savanna and me. I care not to where we travel as long as that journey is mutual. We will walk into the light of this world, step in step. The beautiful soul that is Savanna. How blessed I am to spend my life dancing with her.