My relationship with Ben began as a hook up. My daughter knew I was looking for a horse and she had found one cheap. Too cheap, I thought.  Bre said, “You just have to go meet this horse.” He had been placed in an ad on Craig’s list and his price made him too attractive to brokers. She feared he would be headed to a slaughterhouse if we didn’t do something. Bre called and made all the arrangements for us to go meet Ben.  Little did I know, she had done all of this before she even had me convinced to go. I knew my daughter’s passion for rescues and this had me concerned.  Just what I was I getting myself into?

Ben was not what I had in mind. He wasn’t exactly the trail horse I had been looking for. He was old, frail and neglected.  But there was something special about Ben.

Ben is autism…