Yesterday I said my final goodbyes to my darling Micah. I hadn't thought it would happen quite so fast, but Sunday he became sad and miserable with anyone but me and that was just not like him, he loved everyone! Then on wednesday night he didn't want me to groom anywhere near the leg he had had surgery on and he went off his feed. I knew I had run out of time, so arrangements were made for the next day
Thursday morning I went to groom him and he moved away, I told him what was happening and it was the last time we would spend together for a very long time, that he was going to go playing and jumping with Emma and it wouldn't hurt any more. His demeanour changed so fast it was untrue, he let me groom him anywhere, had a scratch and then he ate all his breakfast, which was on the floor untouched.
I must admit to feeling cheated, he wasn't 9 yet and because of my surgeries we never really had much time to have the fun we should have done.
The thing I will remember most about him was 'his love of life', he loved doing anything, I had often said it to friends it didn't matter what you did he always did it with a huge grin and a skip, everything was exciting while still being the most gentle and polite young man (with the odd moment lol)
He taught me that not all horses are difficult and stubborn, that you can have ping without hitting the deck, and there are some horses that NEVER spook or stop