Favourite horsey memory?

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What is your all time favourite memory when it comes to your time/life with horses? Add pictures too if you can.

Mine so far is watching my boy grow from 4 months (when I first met him) into a charming 2 yo. It's a bit of a rubbish one, I know, but hopefully I'll be able to keep you updated on all the new memories we make together.

Here is a pic of Alfie yesterday enjoying the sun nakey. He's such a dude :cool:

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when i first met my horse, from the moment i saw him, i knew we clicked:)
The pic above was taken on the same day as i met him:D

*APOOGIES FOR THE SIZE OF THE PIC*
 
Cobby doesn't lie down a lot in his stable so one of my best memories with him is finding him lying down in his stable and going in and lying down with him :)
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First cross country competition with my youngster that i broke and back myself. cant post a pic as it has a copyright thing on it and i got told off by admin the other day for posting!! but to go clear, and i knew that was all our work together, no one else had ever sat on him. awsome feeling

Also so many fun memories with my old retired loan horse that i had from 13 years old... hers one...
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I know very cruel, gave him a bath after and i was only about 15....
 
A sad but heartwarming tme for me. I had never seen benson lay down in his stable. That morning, I had found that our final round of IVF hadnt worked, and I was, of course, devastated. i went to the yard, and benson was laying in his stable. I crept in and sat beside him, he lifted his head and rested across my legs, and we sat like that while he let me cry. I told him so many things that day, that I just couldnt tell others. he knew that day, he just knew I needed him.
 
My best horsey moment of my old boy 26 coloured coby type was when he was a bit younger him and his field friends let themselves out and wandered into the neighbouring village causing carnage, i had a phone call to say someone had found my horse, turned up and he was tied to a ladys washing line muching on her lovely garden flowers with her laundry all over the yard, I tried desperatly not to laugh but couldnt contain my laughter, walked him back to yard with a pair of her husbands trousers round his neck :) :) luckily she was very nice and found it all rather amusing too..
 
After nearly losing my 16yo hunter shortly after moving 550 miles north (grass sickness initially suspected but thankfully not), my fave moment was taking this picture of him a year later in his summer meadow looking healthy and shiny and happy.

Four years later he is still here and in fine form, rearing on the way to the field and trying to stamp on intruding pheasants!

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benson21 said:
A sad but heartwarming tme for me. I had never seen benson lay down in his stable. That morning, I had found that our final round of IVF hadnt worked, and I was, of course, devastated. i went to the yard, and benson was laying in his stable. I crept in and sat beside him, he lifted his head and rested across my legs, and we sat like that while he let me cry. I told him so many things that day, that I just couldnt tell others. he knew that day, he just knew I needed him.
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Tears are running down my face now!
 
My picture is in my head as a memory - it was the sunday afternoon in November 2010 where we let our whole crowd out for a run about, Mistletoe who was getting very stiff with arthritis at the grand old age of 45 came cantering across the field (she never cantered) and did a bum up at her son (who we still have and is about 30), then ran off with him and our foal that we later lost and she supported through being orphaned. It was so special as it was something we hadn't thought she could still do, the next morning in the early hours I heard her banging, by 6am it was all over :-(
 
benson21 said:
A sad but heartwarming tme for me. I had never seen benson lay down in his stable. That morning, I had found that our final round of IVF hadnt worked, and I was, of course, devastated. i went to the yard, and benson was laying in his stable. I crept in and sat beside him, he lifted his head and rested across my legs, and we sat like that while he let me cry. I told him so many things that day, that I just couldnt tell others. he knew that day, he just knew I needed him.
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As you said, that is such a sad but heart warming story. It must have strengthened your bond so much :)

iconique said:
My picture is in my head as a memory - it was the sunday afternoon in November 2010 where we let our whole crowd out for a run about, Mistletoe who was getting very stiff with arthritis at the grand old age of 45 came cantering across the field (she never cantered) and did a bum up at her son (who we still have and is about 30), then ran off with him and our foal that we later lost and she supported through being orphaned. It was so special as it was something we hadn't thought she could still do, the next morning in the early hours I heard her banging, by 6am it was all over :-(
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What a brilliant age! Sounds like you have a lovely last memory of her before she went over rainbow bridge :)
 
sitting up all night to watch my wee horsey being born. He arrived at about half past midnight. Standing in the stable beside him as he stood up on wobbly legs (to try to stop him doing another header into the stable wall & his mum was a lovely mare quite happy for me to be there with them.) Then spending the next few days with a stupid grin on my face every time I looked at them. I suppose I still do that a bit now!(he's 8 this year).
 
This.....

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homebred out of my hunter mare...she gave us so much joy in her 5 years before being PTS on vet's advice through major stifle problems which would have got worse as she grew older.
 
My boy Silver's first and only summer as a retiree. He was blissfully happy and thought he was the dogs b****s :D He is 26ish in these pics.
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In our younger days hunting :D he was so naughty this day :D hehe.

Actually every memory I have of this horse. He was my teenage dream and taught me so much. Urrrgh no eyes leaking :(
Lost him last May. But he had a lovely year being a oap.
 
I got little Rhodri as a bit of a down on his luck case, unhandled yearling. I turned him out with my others straight off the trailer (after landing on my bum when he dragged me off). 6 weeks later, after much approach and retreat, he came to me and got to have the first groom of his matted little scrawny body. I've never felt anything like the pride/joy of him coming to say hi for the first time
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before and a few months after

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When I had to give my horse up due to financial reasons, I was saying goodbye in his stable, knowing it would be the last time, and bawling my eyes out. He put his head over my shoulder and clamped me against his chest, giving me a massive hug. We stood like that for what seemed like forever. What wonderful creatures they are.

And to make that sad memory into a happy one, I bought him back last month, and we will live happily ever after :D
 
One of my favourite memories is from when I was about 10, I use to ride the YO elderly mothers pony Rosie, none of the other children use to like her as she could be quite grumpy on the ground, but I was allowed to ride her around on my own, I use to warm her up in the field then go to part of the field that wasn't overlooked by the house, crank my stirrups really short, then I became a jockey and she became a racehorse!! She was sooo fast and absolutely loved it, how naughty was that!!
Found out a few years later that the YO elderly mother use to watch us through the hedge, she use to have a real chuckle about it apparently!!
 
I had a nasty kick in the face when I was 14 and was in hospital for reconstructive surgery. When I got out I went straight to the see my horse. I was feeling utterly disgusting and yukky from the morphine. I went up the field and Floyd was lying down. I sat tucked in behind his front legs leaning against his belly and he turned round and snuffed about me. We sat for a while, and then we got up and I took him in. We pottered about and then I popped him back in the field. I got about 200 yards away from the gate and that horse screamed, and Mean screamed, after me, whilst standing stock still watching me walk away. I loved that horse more than life itself and he'd have jumped a blue moon for me (but not a puddle, puddles were scary).
 
heebiejeebies said:
When I had to give my horse up due to financial reasons, I was saying goodbye in his stable, knowing it would be the last time, and bawling my eyes out. He put his head over my shoulder and clamped me against his chest, giving me a massive hug. We stood like that for what seemed like forever. What wonderful creatures they are.

And to make that sad memory into a happy one, I bought him back last month, and we will live happily ever after :D
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Tears in my eyes! What a beautiful story with such a happy ending! :D
 
Dragged my dearest father out on the bike, I was on my silly warmblood. Went on a lovely long hack over to some woods near us.

Horse loved following bikes, if the bike went left, so did horse.

I was admiring the view whilst in trot, worth mentioning that my crazy dad will not pick the nice clear route but will go off the beaten track.

A branch swiped me off the horse, I was left hanging from the tree. Dad did not notice and silly horse kept on following the bike quite happily. Was something out of a wherwell cartoon!

Very funny, shame it wasn't recorded, would of been a good YouTube video!
 
Not many things give me leaky eyes, but some of these stories have!

My all time favourite moment was from 21st April 1996 :) I was 12 and had a NF pony called Blaze on loan. He was a very old man and had long been retired, and I started out just grooming him as he was a livery at the RS. As time went on his owner let me sit on him and pootle about and it soon became clear there was still lots of life in the old boy!

On that day in April we went to our first show. Had a go round minimus and got a clear round rosette. Took him in the veteran in hand class and we got 4th place, then my friends said I should take him in chase me charlie cans.

So I did and he was amazing! It got down to myself and Blaze and another girl on her wizzy pony. We went to one can on its side, to one can stood upright and we both cleared it to the final one of a can on its side with an upright can stood on top. It was easily over a meter high! (Blaze was 12.1hh and old!) The wizzy pony jumped the side of it but Blaze cleared it by a mile, right over the middle! We won and got a massive rosette and trophy which have pride of place in my house! I was so proud of the old man! We got back to the yard (about a 2 mile hack) I hopped off and he proptly rolled in the muddiest part of the yard, still in full tack!

I loved that pony to bits. He was put to sleep when I was 15 and they think he was in his 40's! RIP Blaze. x
 
Some of your posts have me bawling my eyes out here. :o

My favorite memory is galloping along the beach with my cousin and a couple of friends from the stables. It was the end of summer and the tide was out so we cantered out to Crammond Island (tide goes out past it) and hacked round it.

When we got to the back of the island we noticed the tide was coming in fast so we had to get back to the beach asap. I couldn't stop giggling at the thought of us being trapped on the island overnight and what our parents would say. :D
 
benson21 said:
A sad but heartwarming tme for me. I had never seen benson lay down in his stable. That morning, I had found that our final round of IVF hadnt worked, and I was, of course, devastated. i went to the yard, and benson was laying in his stable. I crept in and sat beside him, he lifted his head and rested across my legs, and we sat like that while he let me cry. I told him so many things that day, that I just couldnt tell others. he knew that day, he just knew I needed him.
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That brought a tear to my eye, how lovely.

Mine is similar actually. This time last year I had my previous horse who was a grumpy old git. Had him for several years and he generally tolerated people but no more. He was OK with me but was rarely affectionate unless he wanted something (food!). In the field he wouldn't choose to spend time with you, if you were lucky he might wander over to say hello but much preferred the company of the other horses. My mom was diagnosed with leukaemia at the end of Dec 2011 and this time last year was undergoing chemo. She died quite suddenly towards the end of March 2011. She went into renal failure towards the end of the week/ over the weekend (I struggle to remember the exact events now). I remember going to the yard and down to the field to see my horse. I was in tears and he came over, put his head on my shoulder and stood like that with me for about 20 mins while I sobbed.

This was a horse who didn't *do* any sort of affection and didn't really even like being groomed that much but he obviously knew something was wrong that day. That memory will stick with me forever I think.
 
Well, i have a few

1st, my old mare Betty, my first horse, and our last competition together she was PTS a couple of years later, and i still miss her.
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2nd, my current retired mare Connie when she was in work, this was about 6 months after I got her... she had been neglected for god only knows how long, but she loved a bit of xc... putting in a flyer!
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3rd, my new boy Mickey and the old girl Connie, this photo means the world to me, as its the first time I've been a 2 horse household, and they fell completely in love with each other - this was within 2 days of meeting each other i think - inseperable.
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I've got a couple:

-First was my first gallop, it was on my old loan pony who I trusted implicitly, it was a summers evening and i was riding him in the field, cantered up to the top and just let him go on the way down, felt so fast and loved how the wind rushed past and could feel the stride pattern change.

-Next is both happy and sad, was doing the annual yard summer show on same loan pony and while I trusted him implicitly he was so cheeky to jump and had a tendany to run out, well for this show he jumped everything, there was a new jump, a fairly wide viaduct wall built to look like a castle, about 1m high, was doing the top score competion, as he could be a knobber thought it he jumped the farly large green filler would try the wall, well he jumped the filler so turned to the wall and everyone started cheering him on as I was the first to jump it and he flew it! Sadly was the last show I did on him as he developed scroliac problems not long after and was retired & not long after he was pts due to sudden illness :( Still have all the trophies he won me when I loaned him

-With current knobber horse there are a couple;

*first was the first time I was able to get him to hack to the fields alone, may not seem much but he wouldnt hack out alone when I got him as he was a typical nappy nerving ex riding school horse so felt like a big achievement & rewarded my perseverance and made my time and much patience worth while!

*my first sponsored ride on him, was a really nice day and was expecting him to be a complete knobber but he was so good and even jumped some of the jumps which I wasnt expecting as he is usually a tit about spoooky new jumps. Have some pro photos and I think my shocked/ oh s*** face sums up how I was feeling!
 
chestnut cob said:
That brought a tear to my eye, how lovely.

Mine is similar actually. This time last year I had my previous horse who was a grumpy old git. Had him for several years and he generally tolerated people but no more. He was OK with me but was rarely affectionate unless he wanted something (food!). In the field he wouldn't choose to spend time with you, if you were lucky he might wander over to say hello but much preferred the company of the other horses. My mom was diagnosed with leukaemia at the end of Dec 2011 and this time last year was undergoing chemo. She died quite suddenly towards the end of March 2011. She went into renal failure towards the end of the week/ over the weekend (I struggle to remember the exact events now). I remember going to the yard and down to the field to see my horse. I was in tears and he came over, put his head on my shoulder and stood like that with me for about 20 mins while I sobbed.

This was a horse who didn't *do* any sort of affection and didn't really even like being groomed that much but he obviously knew something was wrong that day. That memory will stick with me forever I think.
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That is a truly beautiful story. I am very sorry for your loss.
 
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