i lost my horse constantine when i was 16. he was sick, and we didn’t know, there were no visible signs. except for his last day when it was just too late. it was earth shattering. living a life without him, not going to see him every day, not riding horses for so long because it provoked so much pain inside me. my pappy always said “the out side of a horse is good for the inside of a man” and boy is that true. there were so many moments i just wished i had my best friend. at times, he was my only friend… i felt so alone , it was really hard for me to figure out and find normality in that new every day life that no longer included him…. that was a really big point in my life where i was forced to “find new country”.