Why is your horse so special to you?

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Our girl has so much love to give and has such a big character to go with it. She is one in a million and we will never be able to replace her. She tries her heart out and is a super little mare who will jump anything you aim her at. We love her to bits even my OH who is seriously not horsey gets her in and picks her feet out and gives her a cuddle whilst she eats her tea. a:)
 
Ben was bought with the money my dad left me when he died from cancer when i was 17. Not only do I love ben for his nature and how much he tries for me, but for making life more bearable when I needed it most. Hes a very special horse and I love him to pieces.
 
Because he has a kind personality and we know each other inside out. We're almost telepathic after all these years and we take care of each other. We're a good match. I love him to bits, always have and always will. :)
 
My mare - because I've had her for 8 and a half years, she was my first horse and while she seemed totally the wrong choice at the time, I learned so much with her and she is still the only horse I would do absolutely anything on. My gelding I've only had 6 months but he is special to me because he is helping me get my confidence back after my previous gelding. He has so much to give and we are so well suited :)
 
Agree with Billie, they are my reason to get out and not hide away. I have had my new horse a week and she is so sweet, always comes over and likes to be near me when I'm hanging around her field. She is also quite comical and pulls funny faces when you scratch her itchy places which would cheer anyone up :-)
 
When my horse of a lifetime died suddenly, I didn't think I'd ever find a replacement to come anywhere near him.
I am so lucky to have had two horses in my life who are amazing in completely different ways, I call him my first "proper horse" as you really have to ride him, but he is amazing and I swell with pride when I look at him and think how lucky I am to have found him, he's an enormous part of my life.
 
Fergs is special because he's practically perfect in every way - he's daft enough to play tag with in the school, where he tries to hide behind the (very narrow) pillars, opinionated enough to make me work to achieve things, but sweet and honest enough to give me the confidence to try things which scare the heck out of me, and talented enough to leave me hanging on for dear life :D

J is special because he's put up with my stupidity and madness over the last 13 years, and has always been way more awesome than I deserved. Dae is special because he makes me laugh and will hopefully be a large part of my future. They give my life meaning, direction and purpose. Without them, I don't see the point.
 
As my OH says, she's the horse version of me.

We are both clumsy and fall over each other
She's stubborn as hell
She dozy (think a 100yard wide opening, stood next to it screaming because the others had disappeared into the next field ten minutes earlier while she was in her own world)

I find it amusing that she'll try her damdest to p*ss off my OH, normally desperately pretending to spook and then sulks when he doesn't react.
And that she spends all day licking me but give her a salt lick and it's a ball toy to lob around the field... only edible when in hand. I could bang on :o:p
 
Well, Rob was bought to sell, but as my mum puts it we just 'fell in love with each other', so she let me have him :)

Can't think of any specifics as to why he's so special in comparison to my others, he just is, if u know what I mean? We click.

He always tries his heart out for me, and is a complete little doll, whilst still having that 'spark' which makes him stand out from others.

He looks like a donkey in the field, but really sparks up when ridden :)
 
Mine is so special because I fell in love with him when I was living away from home for the first time, I knew no one but felt right at home when I was introduced to him, he made the being 200 miles away from home thing so much easier.
I worked my socks off to fulfil the dream of owning a horse and just as I was ready to start horse hunting, out of the blue, I get offered him! He is my happiness, I go to him when I'm sad/angry/worried and he makes every problem disappear (I know a real cliche).
I always found it weird having worked with horses since I was 8, of all the horses that I have met, he is the only one that I have never said goodbye to, purely because I was convinced that I would have him to call my own one day.
 
Because iv funded my girly all by myself, she's something I can show for all of my hard work. I gave her a second chance no one else could be bothered with. She's full of personality and no days the same but she can behave when it counts! I know she'll always be there every morning whickering
 
B*****y phone!! ... Continue.. For her breakfast with a nice dirty stable to keep me warm in the winter... How thoughtful of her :)
 
Soo many reasons! But he's kept me going through some extremely tough times.
I'll just give you one reason, something that he did today - when I'm bending down to brush his legs, he'll sometimes rest his muzzle on the back of my neck and breathe hot air on me! It's lovely :)
 
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I've given them plenty of opportunities. The most recent one was when I fell t*ts over *rse right in front of the two year old who was on a mission to get to the top of the steep hill I was leading him up. He stepped right over me without touching me at all. I then fell over again about 5 mins later and when he reached the end of the leadrope he stopped. He could have panicked, but he just looked at me with a not again expression.

Conclusions.

1. He doesn't want to kill me.
2. Quadrupeds are much more stable on tricky terrain than bipeds.
 
When my mum got cancer I didn't have anyone there for me. My dad walked away from me and never bothered since and it was too much effort for my family to take me in while my mum spent a week in hospital, so I was sleeping in everyone's lounges and anywhere I could because I had noone. I was being bullied at my last yard (you may have seen my 'yard bullies' post) I feel like no one wants me or cares for me, and when I go down and my horsey calls to me for my dinner the world seems a better place, it makes me feel all warm inside and like someone actually cares for me. She is a nut job and isn't that rideable because of her craziness, but although this isn't ideal and everyone says she's no good for me, too much horse, I'm too fat, she's too crazy etc. But it doesn't matter, she makes the difference between a good day and a bad day. I love her with all my heart and I can honestly say if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be alive today!
 
When I was 7 back in 1977, I saw my first warmblood. I have never forgot her. At 36, Abba was born. My very own warmblood filly that I bred. Apparently someone is having a laugh as she has given me more grey hair! She is opinionated but honest to a fault. She will give you everything she has but won't take crap from anyone. She is all mine and I just love her to bits.

How and ever I have 5. Stella, the mom of Abba and Heidi, is an amazing mare. Has taught more how horses "work" than any other. She is fair and keeps the other horses in line but by being gentle. I think she's taught me a few home truths about how to live than most humans. She is sweet and affectionate and though she will probably never have another foal, will be with me for life. Heidi was her first foal. Even though I read all the books, my mare decided to foal her first foal all on her own. I walked out the next morning and saw a tiny chestnut bundle, all dried, and sleeping all curled up. I screamed disturbing both and ran for my husband. Yup, I'm an idiot. Heidi is a Ginger TB mare and nothing like she's supposed to be. She's easy and never complains. Great little riding horse. As first born, she was never going to be for sale. Then there is Cupcake. She is a 2 YO warmblood I bred for myself. Something smaller than my giants. She may be for sale in time but most likely not as well I adore her. I'm very much a mare person. And lastly there's 17yo Frank. Before my foals were born and grew up I was looking for a riding horse. Heard about an ex racer being retired. He had recently fallen in a hurdle race and would be fine. Well he was anything but fine but yet I bought him anyway. Got him home and my vet said he'd never come sound so might be kinder to put him down. That was 8 years ago. I rode him for years before semi retiring him when my husband went to Saudi. He's back riding again! He obviously isn't going anywhere either!

Terri
 
Chloe's special as she's my first horse. She's taught me so much, we've had so much fun together and she means the world to me :)

Amber is the OH's new "lady", they've been together since July and are building up a partnership. Amber loves OH and won't let him out of her sight so much so that a few weeks ago when OH was reading for me at a dressage test, Amber refused to move from a spot outside the ring until OH came back!
 
My horse is special because 2 yrs ago he sustained a badly fractured leg in the field. He spent 12 weeks crossed tied at the vet and months of box rest, and so many times we thought we would lose him. He's special because he's still here, and seeing his face waiting for me every morning makes me happy.

My pony is special because he came to me 3 yrs ago on loan with so many issues and quirks, but underneath all his terrible habits he's a little star who just needed someone to love him. Now he's mine and I'm happy I own my little hooligan and can give him a happy forever home.

My other pony is special because she's only 5 but is a total superstar and tries her little heart out with whatever I ask her to do.
 
Max made me fall back in love with riding again after I'd been to hell and back with my previous horse. He has character and I do have to 'ride' him but he never makes me feel unsafe and we feel like a real partnership. My horse of a lifetime although I wish he was less hit and miss to catch :)
 
She is perfect, & genuine, & so kind, but that isn't really why I love her. I just love her cos I do, cos she's her, & she's mine. And she's got me through tough times & at times been the only one I could rely on, & never ever let me down. No matter what happens she's never let me down. The being a nice pony & the riding/competing was just a bonus really.
 
He looks after me he's NOT DAFT but very fast hunts 3 times a week is very very spoilt also got a 2 year old husband diagnosed with parkinsons dementia they kept me sain and the stress level low and something to focus on also my little terriers !! as I have no children they are my WORLD .
 
My mare has meant more to me than any other animal. She is the first mare I have ever owned, though I have trained many before, just never wanted a mare myself. I advertised for a gelding over 16 hh. I didn't want a bay. She is a 15.3 hh bay mare. But something told me to travel the 6 hour round trip to see her and I knew immediately she was 'the one'. I didn't understand why. But when she started to exhibit ALL of the characteristics of the horse I adored but could never have in my teens, down to the way she points her upper lip when being naughty. Then I realised she was born the day he died, and has a perfect diamond (between her nostrils), where he had a perfect diamond on his forehead...I think it was fate.
 
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When I was 12 I begged my parents for the horse that I had seen in a field nearby- a 4 year old 15hh chestnut gelding. Totally unsuitable purchase for a novie 12 year old in hindsight but my non-horsey parents didnt know that!

We got him home and he turned out to be very quirky, although I learnt to live around those quirks. He could also be horrible to people (faces, threatening to kick etc) but he never once was horrible to me. I had a rough few years in my teens and really believe he helped me through it. I cried many tears into his mane...

He turned into a brilliant riding horse but still had his quirks and horribleness to alot of people.

Roll on 7 years and I found out I was pregnant. I thought I wouldnt be able to cope timewise or financially with a baby and horse so loaned him out, twice. But both times he was returned fairly quickly. I ended up in a situation where I had to sell him :(. A couple of years later I was worried about what had happened to him, so put an advert up and was put in touch with his new owners. He had been through a few homes, and I brought him back.

He settled back home with no problems and will never be sold again, even if he is a cantererous old git! He is 16 now and still is stroppy with others, and have lost several sharers within days due to his horribleness to them, yet is a star with me and my daughter. I think he chose me, and Im stuck with him now anyways! He is a very special boy.
 
My 3 boys are all special to me, collectively because I've longed for horses ever since I can remember, and to have them, spend time with them, even just mooching in the field with them, is a total joy and privilege.:)

Individually, they all came to me in unusual circumstances...
Daughter's pony we looked after during a particularly tough winter when his then owner couldn't get through snow to him for nearly six weeks...he was (and is) a true example of a hardy, self-reliant little welsh mountain pony..he never once looked miserable, despite extreme conditions (and adapted just as happily when we started bringing him during the worst of the weather). His big bright dark eyes remind me of a cheery robin. He was also a wild objectionable little so-and-so who would quite happily turn on a sixpence and offer you both barrels..for such a small pony he was all man...fast forward to the following year when his then owner had sold him on, we were looking for a mothers-dream of a LR pony for our daughter...browsing through adverts I found pics of a beautiful looking model-citizen LR pony with little girl happily on board...looking suspiciously like a buffed-up version of the wild little scrag we'd looked after...I could not BELIEVE it could be the same pony...but it was..so we brought him home (a year to the day we started looking after him the previous year!) and he is now the absolutely ideal family pony, safe and sane but with all his character intact.
My middle boy is hapless, horrible at times, had a rubbish start in life and was almost put down before I got him as it was believed that his bad behaviour could be due to something like a brain tumour...from the moment I laid eyes on him I just saw a young, traumatised animal who needed a chance...to cut a long story short, I took him and we've had lots of ups and downs, but he is on his way to becoming a bright, curious, willing horse who enjoys his work. He's so not everyone's cup of tea - he's bright bay with blue eyes and people either love him or hate him! He'll always be quirky, he's not got the best social skills with other horses still, but he is a communicative, rewarding boy who has taught me more than any other horse.
And big boy is...literally my dream boy...first saw him 18mths beforehand...fell utterly in love with him...he wasn't really for sale..owner ummed and ahhed but eventually I had to walk away..never stopped thinking about him...18mths later, had a dream that he'd been sold..woke up crying! Two days later, saw a mutual friend of the owner that I hadn't seen for months...she told me she'd seen the owner the day before and he'd finally decided to sell - did I want him? :rolleyes: You've never seen anyone move so fast...again, he has not been easy, but he is the sweetest, most handsome horse and it has been said that little hearts ping across the field when I look at him!:o
Anyway, I think I've gushed more than enough now!!!!!:D
 
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