desiring contact

This horse came over to me, when I was visiting my friend's riding place for the first time. It wanted to spend time together. For half and hour we 'visited' - our heads touching, my hands touching its neck, main, back, and cheeks, it licking each of my hands with its soft pink tongue. This magnificent paint stood at least 17 hands tall, but there wasn't a scary vibe in him, and he followed me every time I moved along, for more contact. Its eyes, here (after just meeting), quickly lost its questing look and then they showed pure interest, and love. I found out that he greets everyone and is ridden every evening, so he's not lonely. He simply desires connection and the chance to give. I think I just met a Bodhisattva in horse form.