My love for horses

My dad started his girl riding at a young age. I love horses. The best horse I ever had was Partner. He was a quarter horse, and full of spunk. I sold him when I was 16 and I wish I hadn't. After I got my first car I didn't spend a lot of time with him. A friend of my dads bought him from me, and his kids loved him. The deal was that he couldn't sell him to anyone else, ever. He told me that Partner would have a home for the rest of his life. I sold him when he was 13 years old and he lived to be 25. That's pretty old for a horse. About Partner's personality: Most horses would not do this, ever. My mom and I were riding one day and we started galloping up this hill. I had been telling my mom for days that my cinch was starting to rip. The cinch is what keeps the saddle on the horse. It's a pretty important part of the saddle. So, I'm almost to the top of the hill and the cinch rips completely apart. I ended up on my back directly underneath him. When I opened my eyes his head was right next to mine, and he was nudging me with his snout. He had all four of his legs straddled far apart so that he wouldn't step on me. He didn't move a muscle, he just froze there. Some horses might have done the same, but I don't know of any that would do that with the back cinch cinched tight around his belly. They put a tight cinch on the bucking horses at the rodeo to make them buck. It doesn't feel very good to them. Most horses would have been out of there, and trampled you on their way. But my Partner just stood there calm as can be. He was just the best!