I’m not talking about me here. I’m talking about Copper, my 33-year-old, hand-me-down, un-vanquishable, star-of-the-world Quarter Horse. Copper has a new “raison d’etre,” “joie de vivre,” — translate: “reason for being.” Copper is in Seventh Heaven, Nirvana, and is cantering and kicking up his heels […]

I remember when my mom moved into a place that offered three levels of care: independent living, assisted living, and nursing-home care. It was her choice, and she moved into an apartment on the ground floor, proud of her status as “independent.” She made the […]

A few days ago Copper, my 32-year-old Quarter Horse, says to me, “I have had, ahem, a little setback.” He’s referring to a punishing kick in the chest from one of  his herd mates exactly one week ago. But true to form, even though Copper […]