Emilieu
Well-Known Member
I want to tell you about my beautiful horse who I lost on Sunday.
He was 17.2, a great big stubborn lump of an ex racer who I loved with all my heart. He was also the sweetest, kindest, most gentle boy you could ever meet. He was the first to welcome new horses into the herd and had many many friends, both horses and humans. He played with the youngsters like he was still a baby himself and would lie flat out in the field on sunny days terrifying the life out of the other livieries by refusing to twitch so much as an ear until they ran right over to him in a panic.
He loved to roll more than any other horse I ever met. He would plunge headfirst into the muddiest puddles and come in with it caked behind his ears and his mane in dreadlocks. I didn't mind because of all the things I did with him I loved to groom him most of all. I would sing Groovy Kind Of Love to him while I did the ticklish bits and kiss him all over his beautiful face as I brushed it.
I once asked a friend if horses ever just die or if you always had to make that awful awful decision. I asked this because I was so afraid of not being strong enough when the time came, of failing him when he needed me most. On Sunday he made sure that I never have to make that decision. For him I'm glad that he went quickly, with me and others who loved him beside him.
I just don't know what i'm going to do without him.
One of the girls at the yard made me this video to remember him by. I think its very sweet. Hope the link works.
http://youtu.be/ile-A81BGew
Thank you for reading and thanks again for all the support I recieved following my original thread.
He was 17.2, a great big stubborn lump of an ex racer who I loved with all my heart. He was also the sweetest, kindest, most gentle boy you could ever meet. He was the first to welcome new horses into the herd and had many many friends, both horses and humans. He played with the youngsters like he was still a baby himself and would lie flat out in the field on sunny days terrifying the life out of the other livieries by refusing to twitch so much as an ear until they ran right over to him in a panic.
He loved to roll more than any other horse I ever met. He would plunge headfirst into the muddiest puddles and come in with it caked behind his ears and his mane in dreadlocks. I didn't mind because of all the things I did with him I loved to groom him most of all. I would sing Groovy Kind Of Love to him while I did the ticklish bits and kiss him all over his beautiful face as I brushed it.
I once asked a friend if horses ever just die or if you always had to make that awful awful decision. I asked this because I was so afraid of not being strong enough when the time came, of failing him when he needed me most. On Sunday he made sure that I never have to make that decision. For him I'm glad that he went quickly, with me and others who loved him beside him.
I just don't know what i'm going to do without him.
One of the girls at the yard made me this video to remember him by. I think its very sweet. Hope the link works.
http://youtu.be/ile-A81BGew
Thank you for reading and thanks again for all the support I recieved following my original thread.