S14Tobin
Well-Known Member
My darling girl
4 years ago tonight, was the last time I saw you alive. the last time I saw you head for your dinner... changed your rugs, and bid you goodnight. I didn't know it would be the last time... you even took that burden off me. Your story was a long one. I first saw you on an advert on the internet whilst idly browsing, as people do. I already had Peds, as a youngster, and my ex-husband had decided he wanted to ride. He didn't like me at the stables out of his sight, but that's another story. I called upyour old owner for more information, and found out she'd managed to damage your check ligament whilst out riding, I got a copy of the vet report and spoke to them, and knew in time there wouldn't be any reason you couldn't be ridden for what I wanted, just to hack about and the odd jump. I travelled up to North Yorkshire to see you, first time. You were out in a field with a friend, I led you up the road to the stables, and your owner took your rugs off, and my breath went with it. You were stunning. A beautiful dapple grey 16.2hh ID x Arab, 11, you'd evented, and done a fair bit - too much I think, and bred a foal, equally stunning. I led you down the road to the busy road... traffic was far beneath you, so I led you back, and bought you on the spot. I travelled back a few days later, and brought you home. THAT was fun. The local Rugby team ended up helping you load, it turned out you'd been in an accident on the M1, and your fear of loading ended your career eventing. You trsvelled back home, and I lowered the ramp. You stood there, head up, araby ears pricked, and owned the place. You exploded off the ramp, and I wondered what the hell I'd bought - without even vetting you, or riding you! 6 months passed, and I tacked you up... and took you out. You NEVER put a foot wrong in all the time we had together. Ever. You brought up Peds as if he were your own. You taught him how to bu**er off back to the field too. You had a speciality of doing that didn't you? remember turning and jumping clear over my head? I remember how I saw your belly soar over me... and though... damn I missed a bit. You waited for me at the field gate, laughing. You did that alot I think. time passed, and we moved yards, and I left my husband, he tried to sell you both, but we escaped didn't we lass? You got me through that, and you loved my new human, now husband. My daughter was a baby when I bought you, and you thought she was a foal. You'd let her toddle along holding your leadrope, you never ever did anything... if it was ma - you'd be off, showing your gorgeous floaty trot back up to the field! Time passed, and you went on loan for a couple of years to a friend, they loved you as much as us... when they took a wrong turning once, you ended up having to go under an underpass under the local A38.. and negotiate the bike barrier. No other horse would do that. Their mare had a foal, and you would try to steal him, you were a fantastic babysitter for Merlin, and taught him alot. You truly were a dream. Then you came home.... and I had a baby, Ollie. had the vet out to you, we thought you were in foal, no idea how. You were producing milk, and swelling like a balloon... the vet was convinced you'd been having illicit liaisons!! We ended up scaning you, but no you were having a phantom pregnancy alongside me! You would lie down in the stable, and rock his carseat if I let you.... you adored him, and my daughter... if she fell over or needed comfort, she'd go to you... and hug your leg... you'd put your head down and 'hug' her.... truly amazed me. Remewmber how you had to help me skip out the field? Peds used to love tipping the barrow over... I had my little girl with me, and he'd be a bit of a problem. So she used to sit on you... you would follow me oh-so-slowly... if he came near, you would pull horrific faces.... I wish I had it all on video. Then one day, I thought you weren't quite right... we found out you had cushings, but you were ok. We clipped you, and you did fine, I took a photo of you... christmas eve 2006. I looked at it a few days later, and thought you'd aged... you were heading to 18 then. Thta was the last photo Kelts. You died in your sleep new years eve. I'm looking at your casket now. I can't bear to scatter your ashes. I still need you... Peds still misses you... i can only hope you know how much impact you had on my life, on everyone who knew you, and over all, how much you ARE loved. I'm crying now... it's never got any easier my big girl. I love you.
4 years ago tonight, was the last time I saw you alive. the last time I saw you head for your dinner... changed your rugs, and bid you goodnight. I didn't know it would be the last time... you even took that burden off me. Your story was a long one. I first saw you on an advert on the internet whilst idly browsing, as people do. I already had Peds, as a youngster, and my ex-husband had decided he wanted to ride. He didn't like me at the stables out of his sight, but that's another story. I called upyour old owner for more information, and found out she'd managed to damage your check ligament whilst out riding, I got a copy of the vet report and spoke to them, and knew in time there wouldn't be any reason you couldn't be ridden for what I wanted, just to hack about and the odd jump. I travelled up to North Yorkshire to see you, first time. You were out in a field with a friend, I led you up the road to the stables, and your owner took your rugs off, and my breath went with it. You were stunning. A beautiful dapple grey 16.2hh ID x Arab, 11, you'd evented, and done a fair bit - too much I think, and bred a foal, equally stunning. I led you down the road to the busy road... traffic was far beneath you, so I led you back, and bought you on the spot. I travelled back a few days later, and brought you home. THAT was fun. The local Rugby team ended up helping you load, it turned out you'd been in an accident on the M1, and your fear of loading ended your career eventing. You trsvelled back home, and I lowered the ramp. You stood there, head up, araby ears pricked, and owned the place. You exploded off the ramp, and I wondered what the hell I'd bought - without even vetting you, or riding you! 6 months passed, and I tacked you up... and took you out. You NEVER put a foot wrong in all the time we had together. Ever. You brought up Peds as if he were your own. You taught him how to bu**er off back to the field too. You had a speciality of doing that didn't you? remember turning and jumping clear over my head? I remember how I saw your belly soar over me... and though... damn I missed a bit. You waited for me at the field gate, laughing. You did that alot I think. time passed, and we moved yards, and I left my husband, he tried to sell you both, but we escaped didn't we lass? You got me through that, and you loved my new human, now husband. My daughter was a baby when I bought you, and you thought she was a foal. You'd let her toddle along holding your leadrope, you never ever did anything... if it was ma - you'd be off, showing your gorgeous floaty trot back up to the field! Time passed, and you went on loan for a couple of years to a friend, they loved you as much as us... when they took a wrong turning once, you ended up having to go under an underpass under the local A38.. and negotiate the bike barrier. No other horse would do that. Their mare had a foal, and you would try to steal him, you were a fantastic babysitter for Merlin, and taught him alot. You truly were a dream. Then you came home.... and I had a baby, Ollie. had the vet out to you, we thought you were in foal, no idea how. You were producing milk, and swelling like a balloon... the vet was convinced you'd been having illicit liaisons!! We ended up scaning you, but no you were having a phantom pregnancy alongside me! You would lie down in the stable, and rock his carseat if I let you.... you adored him, and my daughter... if she fell over or needed comfort, she'd go to you... and hug your leg... you'd put your head down and 'hug' her.... truly amazed me. Remewmber how you had to help me skip out the field? Peds used to love tipping the barrow over... I had my little girl with me, and he'd be a bit of a problem. So she used to sit on you... you would follow me oh-so-slowly... if he came near, you would pull horrific faces.... I wish I had it all on video. Then one day, I thought you weren't quite right... we found out you had cushings, but you were ok. We clipped you, and you did fine, I took a photo of you... christmas eve 2006. I looked at it a few days later, and thought you'd aged... you were heading to 18 then. Thta was the last photo Kelts. You died in your sleep new years eve. I'm looking at your casket now. I can't bear to scatter your ashes. I still need you... Peds still misses you... i can only hope you know how much impact you had on my life, on everyone who knew you, and over all, how much you ARE loved. I'm crying now... it's never got any easier my big girl. I love you.
She sounds absolutely wonderful though
