LadyGascoyne
Still Fig-uring it out...
Today my little Stormy horse had her last big gallop. She had a catastrophic field accident this afternoon. I am absolutely shattered.
Eight years ago we started our unlikely partnership. She barely made 15.2 standing on a hill, but she was the bravest little horse in the world.
She would fly around cross country courses, jump the moon if you asked her too and float through dressage like a deer. She was kind and affectionate and loyal. She'd come racing to the gate as soon as she saw my car pull into the yard and there she'd stand, ears priced, nostrils flaring, whinnying at the gate.
She taught me tact and diplomacy; negotiating with a mare. She taught me to stick cat leaps that defied gravity. She would rest her dainty little head against my chest and sleep with her nose in my arms.
She was so full of courage and love of life. I admired that in her so much that it was a form of inspiration. She was there for the sad times, my mane to cry in. She was there for triumph and celebration. My little horse could rise to any occasion.
I will miss my friend, my Stormy.
Sleep well Lady Gascoyne.
Eight years ago we started our unlikely partnership. She barely made 15.2 standing on a hill, but she was the bravest little horse in the world.
She would fly around cross country courses, jump the moon if you asked her too and float through dressage like a deer. She was kind and affectionate and loyal. She'd come racing to the gate as soon as she saw my car pull into the yard and there she'd stand, ears priced, nostrils flaring, whinnying at the gate.
She taught me tact and diplomacy; negotiating with a mare. She taught me to stick cat leaps that defied gravity. She would rest her dainty little head against my chest and sleep with her nose in my arms.
She was so full of courage and love of life. I admired that in her so much that it was a form of inspiration. She was there for the sad times, my mane to cry in. She was there for triumph and celebration. My little horse could rise to any occasion.
I will miss my friend, my Stormy.
Sleep well Lady Gascoyne.
