Bitter Love
“He responded text-book well to treatment and never gave up.”
“You’re going to make a little girl happy one day,” I tell Pongo, not risking petting him since I haven’t changed my clothes.
“Or a little boy,” Jacob quips. “I am not ashamed or embarrassed to admit I considered my pony my best friend until I was about nine.”
“Oh, why does that make me all teary-eyed?” I ask with a laugh, and Jacob slips his arm under the bottom of my shirt
“You’re an even bigger sap than I am when it comes to horses.”