She was gentle, obedient, affectionate, and I trusted her more than anyone else. This horse had been a gift from my late father, so she held a very special place in my heart.

My fiancé didn’t mind the idea — on the contrary, he said photos with the horse would be unique and romantic. Everything was going perfectly: a soft breeze, the morning light, the photographer giving directions. But as soon as we approached the fence and stood next to the horse, she suddenly began to neigh loudly, stomp her hooves, toss her head, and even push my fiancé in the chest with her muzzle.