Letter to my horse

claire1977

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I remember the first day I went to ride you, I’d wanted a pony for so many years I’d 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t believe I’d bought a lame horse. You recovered though and we had so much fun. I loved you so much – you were everything I’d ever dreamed of.

I never tamed you though did I, you were one on your own. If you didn’t like the field you’d 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 you’d 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. Can’t 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 polo’s. On the down side though – none of us could hang onto you if you decided you weren’t in the mood for co-operation that day, and no, I won’t forget the day you dragged me face first through a field of mud and laughed in my face before work. You damaged a few ego’s too with the men who ‘WERE’ going to hold onto you. Of course they couldn’t – you were the boss and they ended up knowing it.

We went to shows and you used to look so beautiful – I couldn’t 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 weren’t quite so successful though as you didn’t 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. I’ll never forget the one were you’d 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 shouldn’t 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. I’m not sure how I carry on without you but we’ll see each other again one day. You can gallop at me so fast you send me flying – I’ll let you – just one more time. Run wild and free and with me. You’ll still be with me wherever I go.

Mom
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What a beautiful tribute to your horse. I lost my lovely girl 4yrs ago this coming December and the memories are so very special. I too wrote a memoir of her and found myself sat at the computer just tapping away, my fingers went into autopilot. It helped to put it all down on paper and I laminated it and put on the Yard notices. It helped me an awful lot to let others know just how special Holly was and what we had achieved together. The words just flowed effortlessly and when I read it back to myself it was so fitting.

It was such a shock when she went, she wasnt ill or anything, just a freak accident in the field and we never knew what happened. She was such a brave girl to the end. munching Polos.

I hope you are ok, the memories are very special and will always be with you.

Bless xx
 
Oh that was gorgeous....he sounded like a right monkey but a loveable monkey at that!

I lost my boy a week ago today at 3pm...I lit a candle and did a 2 min silence in his memory...with the lock of mane and photo's on him on the side so I still see that loving face that always greeted me each day.
I am devestated by the loss, but the feelings I have now are those of joy of the love we shared...good times and the bad...

I'm very sorry to hear of you loss, in time you will heal...and you will meet each other again....we all do at some point!
R.I.P
 
What a wonderful tribute straight from the heart.

It sounds like our horses were very similar, I have a big bolshy individual monster too, but he is my big bolshy individual monster and I wouldnt have him anyother way.
 
that was lovely.

made me cry all over again about my little pony who died 3 years ago. he was so similar to how yours sounded. Bolshy, pushy, full of mischief and forever causing trouble, but adorable all the same.

'til we meet again Buzzy.
 
That is the most lovely tribute. Thank you so much for sharing that on the forum. There are often more downs than ups with horses, and many sad stories are told, but horses bring so much happiness along the way. Take care. Your horse had a lovely life thanks to you.
 
what an incredible tribute, not many things bring me to tears.

You sound like you had an amazing, loving... albeit occasionally abusive relationship
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be proud of everything you acheived together and the life that you shared.
 
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