Bliss...

Happiness is such a subjective idea.  One man's trash is another man's treasure... so to say.  I think the happiest moment of my life occurred when I was about 13 years old.  I had been horseback riding for about 5 years at that point, and had always dreamed of a horse of my own.  Riding was my life, it was my everything.  I finally tried a horse I fell in love with.  A dark bay thoroughbred named Kane; showname, Checkmate. I remembered the day I walked to the back of the barn where his stall was, to find a red bow on the railing.  I DEFINITELY cried, no denying that one.  He was finally mine, I finally found my "soulmate" so to say. Honestly, I can not think of another moment in my life that has topped that one.  Some may think its lame or not understand, but the bond between a horse and its rider is so unique and individual, it can never be replaced.  A couple years went by and unfortunately Kane tore a hole in the cartilage of his back left ankle.  I was absolutely devastated and even more sad to find out he would never be able to be ridden again.  I love that horse so much and he still belongs to me, lives across the street from my house now.  I try to visit, but it is really hard since I live in Santa Barbara.  Anyways, although turned tragic, Kane was the best thing that ever happened to me and gave me so much of my childhood.  I could not have asked for a better companion. xoxo boy.