Shysmum
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That's lovely ?You photo is lovely, it looks idyllic.
I am usually very resilient, but with mum's illness and subsequent death, my resilience has been eroded somewhat.
I found that with less resilience, and advancing age with creaky joints, that I wasn't enjoying my young sport horse any more. I still enjoyed getting out into the fresh air and doing chores, and over lockdown we hacked most days, but to do anything else was too much for me and she knew it and would have exploited my weakness. She was not mean, just a competition type who wanted to be out doing a job rather than being ridden half heartedly.
I had enough resilience left to realise that there is no point having a horse that no longer gives you joy, so sold her and bought little cob Rigsby. He is older and has a multitude of health issues. I actually said to people, who were astonished that I bought him, that I felt broken and had bought a horse who was also a bit broken, so we could get better together. Or, not get better, as I was prepared for him to simply be a companion if he didn't get fit enough to be a ridden horse.
He is fabulous, and yes, at the moment he is a great addition to my life. He loves to be ridden half heartedly or even just strolled round the lanes in hand. He is full of character, squeals with indignation if I don't do as he wishes, but somehow it is different. He is actually harder to keep that the posh sports horse, but simply makes me smile every day.
I have never been one to think that a horse 'has to' compete, however posh, but with Rigsby there is simply no pressure to ride, to compete (LOLs at the mere thought of him competing - at the moment at least) to do anything really.
I love how he is developing and changing. He is leaner, muscling up, learning to carry himself - so looks half a hand taller. We both think we are training the other