Three years ago today, I lost my best friend. Pro, registered name Custom Pro, was my first horse. I bought him when I was an inexperienced ten-year-old; he was an even more inexperienced four-year-old. That should have been a dreadful combination, but it wasn’t. I spent the next years training him, and he did the same for me. We did everything, and we won it all. We jumped, did English flatwork, did western, reining, western riding, contesting, and drill team. He was fantastic. We had an amazing bond, as you can see from this picture. We lost him to a torn lateral meniscus in his right stifle; he was given a 50/50 shot of recovery, and he couldn’t do it. He taught me everything I know, and I don’t go a day without missing him.