My parents still have my sister's and my horses. I'm NOT a horse person, but grew up with a few horses. There were a pair of Appaloosa, Peppe & Chico, at my grandparent's farm, both lived well into their 30's and put up with us kids crawling all over them.
My sister got a horse for Christmas when I was in Jr. High, and since she got a horse, my folks, I mean Santa, decided I needed one too. Both mutts, no papers, or any prestige, mostly Quarter Horse, but some Paint in their lineage too. I actually grew very attached to my horse, Mousey, a medium build buckskin that was like a big dog, followed me everywhere, and had the best temperament of any horse I've ever been around. My sister's horse, Bay, a larger bodied bay, hence her name, was and is a diva, temperamental, stubborn, and jealous of any other horse getting more attention than her.
Sadly we lost Mousey, she got into some hay with a lot of green vetch in it, foundered, then pneumonia, being a farm kid I'd seen all kinds of animals come and go, but this was one of the few I got emotional over. I still miss that horse when I think about her.
A few months after we lost Mousey, Bay was still depressed and lonely, so my folks decided I needed another horse, I on the other hand thought I needed a four wheeler, but I didn't win that argument. I traded something like 300 Bermuda square bales for Sadie, registered as Satina Bear. Sadie is an Impressive Quarter Horse (HYPP free) and 10X the diva that Bay is. Bay & Sadie look near identical, same build, same color, just a little different shape to the blaze on their face, and Bay has some white socks.
We rode for pleasure, well I rode, but didn't get a lot of pleasure. I know my sister continued riding after I moved off to college, but I haven't been on a horse since high school, and that was, gasp, 13 years ago.
Bay & Sadie are still there at my parents, hay/feed burner is an accurate description for them. My folks just think of them as pasture decoration. They occasionally get brushed and pampered, but I'm not sure they'd remember what to do if you put a saddle on them again.
I've told SWMBO, we'll have four wheelers to ride for fun, they don't eat anything when you're not using them.
Long pointless story, huh?