Dakota was a horse that I rode on a day horsebackriding trip in Moab, Utah. I watched as Dakota’s knees buckled and knew that we were going down. The next thing I knew, I was down on the ground. Apparently, Dakota had rolled on my left leg and I had smacked my head very hard on a rock. Immediately afterward, Dakota shied away. When Dakota was brought back to me, he put his muzzle in my face and gently looked into my eyes, as if he was asking, “Are you OK?” I rubbed his muzzle to reassure him and spoke very gently to calm him down. Never had I felt such a close connection to an animal in such a short period of time. We were about two and a half hours out on our ride. Dakota’s spirit as I saw in his eyes, will always be deep within my heart and soul!