claire1977
Member
I remember the first day I went to ride you, Id wanted a pony for so many years Id lost count but not until you can pay for it yourself dad used to say. You came striding out of that stable so proud and I fell in love with you from that moment.
We went on our trial hack but I knew before I sat on you I was buying you. You bucked me that day and nearly dragged me over, you were so strong. Still I didnt care. What were manners on a horse anyway. You managed to get into a fight on our trial week, (one of many I think) and cut your leg and lost your shoe. I should have known then what I had to come. I handed my cheque over to the yard owner who said she couldnt believe Id bought a lame horse. You recovered though and we had so much fun. I loved you so much you were everything Id ever dreamed of.
I never tamed you though did I, you were one on your own. If you didnt like the field youd barge the fence until it broke or kick the gate until it flew open. You were 14.3 when I bought you and 16.1hh of attitude by the time youd grown up I had no chance. You battered your stable door so many times it needed reinforcement. How many times me and dad were mending things at 6am in the morning just so you could go back out I lost count, but you always came first to me and you knew it.
How many friends did we lose eh, but how many did we make. I made one of my closest friends because you splattered her up the wall. I think you just wanted us to be noticed. Cant believe she ever forgave you for that but she loved you too, how could she not. I think everyone did really. You were such a character.
We never did get round the manners thing, I think we worked round It ok though. I could just about hang onto you with a rope wrapped around your nose and dad could just about hang onto you as long as he had polos. On the down side though none of us could hang onto you if you decided you werent in the mood for co-operation that day, and no, I wont forget the day you dragged me face first through a field of mud and laughed in my face before work. You damaged a few egos too with the men who WERE going to hold onto you. Of course they couldnt you were the boss and they ended up knowing it.
We went to shows and you used to look so beautiful I couldnt have been more proud. The first time I took you in the ring you won. I wanted to tell the world. Some of our shows werent quite so successful though as you didnt like falling in line. Funny that! You used to race and buck me on the canter sections and prance about in the line ups. You never did like waiting. Ill never forget the one were youd got hold of a pack of lucozade tablets either. As if you needed extra energy. You nearly killed me that day you monster. Every leaf that blew you were up on those back legs. Knocked me on my butt too (again)
I could write forever about you there were so many good times. I was devastated when I found out you had arthritis but it never did stop us. We just moved into the slower lane. We had another ten years of friendship and fun and you never lost your spirit or gave up on your antics. A week before I had to let you go you ran from me on three legs and lead me a merry dance round the stable owners garden. Ripping up the grass and eating anything you shouldnt be. A monster right to the end. My monster though and one I loved so very much and always will.
Rest in peace my beautiful baby you were everything I dreamt of and more. Im not sure how I carry on without you but well see each other again one day. You can gallop at me so fast you send me flying Ill let you just one more time. Run wild and free and with me. Youll still be with me wherever I go.
Mom
xx
We went on our trial hack but I knew before I sat on you I was buying you. You bucked me that day and nearly dragged me over, you were so strong. Still I didnt care. What were manners on a horse anyway. You managed to get into a fight on our trial week, (one of many I think) and cut your leg and lost your shoe. I should have known then what I had to come. I handed my cheque over to the yard owner who said she couldnt believe Id bought a lame horse. You recovered though and we had so much fun. I loved you so much you were everything Id ever dreamed of.
I never tamed you though did I, you were one on your own. If you didnt like the field youd barge the fence until it broke or kick the gate until it flew open. You were 14.3 when I bought you and 16.1hh of attitude by the time youd grown up I had no chance. You battered your stable door so many times it needed reinforcement. How many times me and dad were mending things at 6am in the morning just so you could go back out I lost count, but you always came first to me and you knew it.
How many friends did we lose eh, but how many did we make. I made one of my closest friends because you splattered her up the wall. I think you just wanted us to be noticed. Cant believe she ever forgave you for that but she loved you too, how could she not. I think everyone did really. You were such a character.
We never did get round the manners thing, I think we worked round It ok though. I could just about hang onto you with a rope wrapped around your nose and dad could just about hang onto you as long as he had polos. On the down side though none of us could hang onto you if you decided you werent in the mood for co-operation that day, and no, I wont forget the day you dragged me face first through a field of mud and laughed in my face before work. You damaged a few egos too with the men who WERE going to hold onto you. Of course they couldnt you were the boss and they ended up knowing it.
We went to shows and you used to look so beautiful I couldnt have been more proud. The first time I took you in the ring you won. I wanted to tell the world. Some of our shows werent quite so successful though as you didnt like falling in line. Funny that! You used to race and buck me on the canter sections and prance about in the line ups. You never did like waiting. Ill never forget the one were youd got hold of a pack of lucozade tablets either. As if you needed extra energy. You nearly killed me that day you monster. Every leaf that blew you were up on those back legs. Knocked me on my butt too (again)
I could write forever about you there were so many good times. I was devastated when I found out you had arthritis but it never did stop us. We just moved into the slower lane. We had another ten years of friendship and fun and you never lost your spirit or gave up on your antics. A week before I had to let you go you ran from me on three legs and lead me a merry dance round the stable owners garden. Ripping up the grass and eating anything you shouldnt be. A monster right to the end. My monster though and one I loved so very much and always will.
Rest in peace my beautiful baby you were everything I dreamt of and more. Im not sure how I carry on without you but well see each other again one day. You can gallop at me so fast you send me flying Ill let you just one more time. Run wild and free and with me. Youll still be with me wherever I go.
Mom
xx
