Ranyhyn
Well-Known Member
When I was 14 I bought my first horse, with my own money - a 15hh TBxcob mare, Rugby 
she was fab but not safe in traffic so I gave her to a family friend to sell while buying a 16hh TBxQH from him.
Chester was a firm friend, we enjoyed years of fun shows and beach rides, until when I was 16 I started to lose my nerve. Too much time went past and it got to the stage where he had to go. A wonderful family came to look at him, from Chepstow. He carried all of them, children and adults alike and they were besotted with him.
I'd always been told he was bad to load and it transpired it was worse than that. He would not load. The family brought down their trailer and spent a few desperate hours with us, everyone willing him to go on - but he stood fast.
The family went home heartbroken and so was I, my grazing was being sold that week and there was no alternative - he had to go back to the trekking centre. I had wanted so much more, but it was not to be.
Three days ago, almost ten years on, while walking my dogs I looked in on a chestnut and a little pony. It looked like Chester, but it had been a long time since I'd seen him and by now he'd be about 22 - a good age for a working horse. Two white feet on the back and a stripe that tapered to his left.
It WAS Chester! My old friend, still close to home and clearly been bought by someone to enjoy his later years in peace! I fed him a bag of treats and stroked his soft little muzzle.
Here's to you old boy, you kept me safe, taught me a lot and deserve to live out your remaining years in style.
Chester
she was fab but not safe in traffic so I gave her to a family friend to sell while buying a 16hh TBxQH from him.Chester was a firm friend, we enjoyed years of fun shows and beach rides, until when I was 16 I started to lose my nerve. Too much time went past and it got to the stage where he had to go. A wonderful family came to look at him, from Chepstow. He carried all of them, children and adults alike and they were besotted with him.
I'd always been told he was bad to load and it transpired it was worse than that. He would not load. The family brought down their trailer and spent a few desperate hours with us, everyone willing him to go on - but he stood fast.
The family went home heartbroken and so was I, my grazing was being sold that week and there was no alternative - he had to go back to the trekking centre. I had wanted so much more, but it was not to be.
Three days ago, almost ten years on, while walking my dogs I looked in on a chestnut and a little pony. It looked like Chester, but it had been a long time since I'd seen him and by now he'd be about 22 - a good age for a working horse. Two white feet on the back and a stripe that tapered to his left.
It WAS Chester! My old friend, still close to home and clearly been bought by someone to enjoy his later years in peace! I fed him a bag of treats and stroked his soft little muzzle.
Here's to you old boy, you kept me safe, taught me a lot and deserve to live out your remaining years in style.
Chester
Glad you found him again 
