I remember when I first met Allie, an abandoned racehorse who was rescued by a kind old man. He took care of her until Fran, a physical therapist, adopted her. She had to feed her and train her to become a therapy horse. When Fran first introduced Allie to me, she was so gentle and loving. She knew how to work with me. But she kept getting hurt. One time she had a nasty infection on her back and she still knew who I was. I thought to myself ‘She’s hella smart.” Whenever Allie was hurt, I would ride Smoke, the horse I ride now.
One day I went to Cotati for my riding lesson. Fran told me she was going to have to put Allie to sleep. She kept her alive so I could say goodbye. I broke down in tears. She was my girlfriend and warmed my heart. I made a movie about her, called “Healing Allie” before she died. Allie got healed, and she also healed others.
Now I ride Smoke. He’s a fun guy but I’ll never forget Allie. I sit up straighter and taller because of her.

Golden retriever