It's hard to watch beloved animals get old. I accidentally adopted a retired roping horse when she was fourteen and I was around fifty-five. When I called the horse doc to come look her over, the first thing he said (and in a horrified voice) was, "This horse is lame!" I glared at him, said, "She has arthritis and so do I. Your point is..." He stared at me a moment, then grinned and said, "Well, I guess you can spend some time and money on a free horse. Let's go take a look." Star and I had a wonderful twelve years together. She responded to massage and long walks to loosen her up before rides and eventually went with my son on pack trips into the mountains each summer. She loved those trips. I miss that mare. I based the mare in Book II on Star. It's her memorial.