My grandpa was a cowboy – a real cowboy. In 2003 he and grandma made the decision to move to a nursing home. She passed away a few months after they moved in. After having been married for 63 years, grandpa was lost without her, became increasingly sad, and sat in his room most of the time.I had recently heard of miniature horses that made visits to nursing homes, and I wanted to take one to him. I felt like I could make him smile if I could just get a horse to his room. However, I had no idea ...