Emily's Diary Horse 22 |top| May 2026

I whispered, “Are you lonely too, big guy?”

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely. emily's diary horse 22

I climbed the fence (ungracefully, I might add—caught my jacket on a nail) and just sat on the top rail. Storm walked over. Not for a treat. Not for a scratch. He just… stood there. His flank was warm against my knee. For ten minutes, neither of us moved. I whispered, “Are you lonely too, big guy

It was Storm , the 22-year-old ex-show jumper that everyone says is “retired to pasture.” Everyone says he’s grumpy. Everyone says don’t bother. “Are you lonely too

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I whispered, “Are you lonely too, big guy?”

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely.

I climbed the fence (ungracefully, I might add—caught my jacket on a nail) and just sat on the top rail. Storm walked over. Not for a treat. Not for a scratch. He just… stood there. His flank was warm against my knee. For ten minutes, neither of us moved.

It was Storm , the 22-year-old ex-show jumper that everyone says is “retired to pasture.” Everyone says he’s grumpy. Everyone says don’t bother.

Have a story about a horse who changed your life? Drop it in the comments below.