You stood there while I cried. I hadn't cried like that for years. I hung on to your neck and cried like I was cleaning my soul. When I stopped you licked my face like a mother kissing a child and told me you were there and it will be ok.

I knew then, my friend, that with you and God as my salvation I could rope the wind again. Poco ... my horse, my friend, my salvation.

P.S You see my life before we got poco was not a plesent one I didn't know what I wanted out of life. I was making my familys life miserable I thought every one was against me and every one hated me. I told my husband If only I had a horse again I realy miss haveing one please can we get another one. So we found Poco. In the first months I was learning to live again,there was meaning to waking up in the morning, When we first went to see Poco there was a voice calling to me please this voice said help me. I thought to my self I'm realy loseing it and that is when I looked over at Poco and there in his eyes it told all. In his eyes and in my head the voice came again, please help me and in return I can help you. The road has not been with out bumps but we have a bond now and when the road gets bumpy we are there to help each other. I thought I had problems but this horse had his, I found out he was abused by his former owner and he didn't know that he could make mistakes with out being beat. Now he knows he will never get beat and it's ok to make mistakes.