When I was 9 years old, way back when, my mother bought me my first horse. He was a cremelo stock horse that had been leased by the riding camp I attended. The camp had run a name that horse contest and the winner named him Creme au Lait. I had Creme for three years when he was diagnosed with navicular disease which pretty much debilitated him. My mother sold him and bought my second horse, a 16 hand Tennesssee Walking Horse. I named him Walker's Gin and showed him for many years.
When I got married and bought a house, Walker went with me. He was with me until he was nearly 37 years old when he had a type of stroke and I was forced to let him go. For many years, he was my best friend and companion on a lot of trails and showgrounds. I will never forget the big red guy!
