The first time my daughter, Lila, saw Jasper, she was only two. We were outside one morning, and she noticed him grazing in the pasture behind our fence. She stopped mid-step, pointed her tiny finger, and whispered, “Horsey.” It wasn’t unusual for her to notice animals; she loved birds, dogs, and even the squirrels in our yard, but there was something about the way her eyes locked onto Jasper that felt different.Continue reading…
