EllenJay
Well-Known Member
Today I said goodbye to my wonderful boy - my eyes can‘t stop leaking. Lots of people talk about their horse of a life time, I don’t know if he was mine, but the very first time I saw him I fell in love.
He was a barely handled Welsh D, 5 years old, and as all Weshies are, very opinionated. At the time I owned a lovely coloured mare who I sold so that I could buy this cheeky little boy. He was 5 years old.
He went from being a saint, to devil, to saint. He seemed to know when he absolutely had to behave and when he could get a2ay with being naughty. I did everything on him, from cob racing to dressage, to cross country to loaning him to the RDA.
And today, at the wonderful age of 27, I said my final goodbye. Love you Z man
He was a barely handled Welsh D, 5 years old, and as all Weshies are, very opinionated. At the time I owned a lovely coloured mare who I sold so that I could buy this cheeky little boy. He was 5 years old.
He went from being a saint, to devil, to saint. He seemed to know when he absolutely had to behave and when he could get a2ay with being naughty. I did everything on him, from cob racing to dressage, to cross country to loaning him to the RDA.
And today, at the wonderful age of 27, I said my final goodbye. Love you Z man