My wealthy cousin gave me a racehorse. He was a good horse but got injured and spent two years in a field recovering. A young girl fell in love with his gentle nature and I gave him to her. She retrained him and loved him but then gave him away when she went to college and I lost track of him. I always wondered what had happened to him and often Googled his name to try to find him. One day I got a hit – he was at the famous Old Friends home in Kentucky which is the best possible place for any horse to end up. They take in famous racehorses and people pay to go and see their old favourites. But my horse was nothing special and I didn’t know how he’d got there. I joined the Old Friends Facebook page and often donated in my horse’s name. One day someone on there asked how I knew my horse – turned out to be the person who had bought him from the first girl. She sent me many beautiful pictures of the fun they’d had together, but when her parents split up, they had to sell him. She was so worried about what might happen to her boy that she wrote to Old Friends and asked if he could go there. And for some beautiful reason the owner Michael Bowen told this traumatised 14 year old that Yes, he would take her no-name horse and care for him for the rest of his life. Thank you to that great man! Our boy is still going strong, and I cannot describe the comfort of knowing that this beautiful animal never fell through the cracks the way many thoroughbreds do, but has been loved by kind people for every day of his long life.