From the moment I laid eyes on Teddy, I was in love.
Deep brown eyes, glossy brown hair.
The most handsome fella I’d ever seen.
‘Be mine,’ I told him, running a hand along his perfect mane.
See, Teddy wasn’t my dream man – he was my dream horse.
I’d been obsessed with horses for as long as I could remember.
Had my first riding lesson at 9, rode at least once a week ever since.
For years, I’d begged my parents for a horsey of my own.
In January 2020, they finally relented, compromising on a sixmonth loan.
And now, looking into Teddy’s eyes, I knew I’d found The One.
‘Can we have him?’ I asked my mum Janet, then 56.
‘OK,’ she agreed, also mesmerised by his beauty.…