Jazz Bug was the horse that I dreamed of as a little girl.  

He was the most handsome, loving and loyal horse. After retiring from the track he went on to become a dedicated therapy horse.  I had the privilege of owning him and loving him his last few years.  The day Jazz died was the saddest day of my life. I did not think I could ever get over losing him, but it was not long before a special horse came along to help me heal.

Storme entered my life               at the absolute perfect time. There were many days where he would let me hold onto him and cry.  We needed each other and made the perfect team.  He was a strong, talented horse that unfortunately had a body that could not keep up with his spirit.