Horses, specifically Thoroughbreds, have been in my life for most of my 37 years on this earth. My first horse was a super-green off-the-track Thoroughbred (OTTB) that today would probably be too much horse for a regular 10-year-old. But what did I know? He was super-sweet on the ground, loved attention, and was an absolutely gorgeous dark bay. Under saddle, he was completely different: a hot ball of nerves. But boy, was he talented despite his quirks. He really taught me how to RIDE. We developed an incredible bond and did everything together. This solidified my love of Thoroughbreds.

Fast forward 10 years, with both an undergraduate degree and graduate diploma under my belt, I’m living in Toronto and finding myself missing horses and realizing I could not have a life without them. My (new at the time) boyfriend – now husband – was invested enough to be willing to give up his Saturday mornings to find a barn to volunteer at with me and learn about these majestic creatures.

Enter LongRun Thoroughbred Retirement Society. Only about an hour from where we lived in Toronto, it was an opportunity to be in a barn again, smell the barn smells, do some chores, and see some horses. Not just horses: THOROUGHBREDS. I was smitten. For four months, we volunteered to do barn work and it was glorious. Then, they offered me a job as the adoption manager in charge of re-starting these lovely athletes and finding them forever homes. It was my dream job – working with Thoroughbreds full-time. Luckily, my husband is the most supportive human being alive and backed my crazy dreams and hobbies 100%. Fast forward seven years, I’m now the farm manager at LongRun, and we live on their farm.

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