November 9, 2008
Little did I know that - from the day I took this picture - I would only have 2 years and 42 days left with my mare. Little did I know.
And if I knew then what I do now, I’d of spent every moment I possibly could have with her. I wouldn’t have been a crappy horse owner who allows her depression to overcome her willpower to see her beloved equine.
In a sense, though, she got to enjoy retirement. She was old, slope-backed, and as ornery as a 4 year old topped with 20-something year old wisdom. Because I didn’t go out and rider her daily like most might have, she got many days of pure horsey relaxation with her pasture mates and “boyfriend.”
Ah, yes. Her boyfriend. An OTTB called Blaze, who would create a mini-track within any arena that he was ridden in. Good for youngsters who needed more focus on balance than direction. I took lessons on him myself.
Princess, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there more. I’m glad I found you, though. If I hadn’t who knows how much longer you’d of been allowed to suffer with wounds and a broken leg. I’m sorry you had to go the way you did, but I’m glad you were around to teach me what you taught me.
You taught me how to stay on. You taught me to get over my fear. You taught me how to blaze trails. You taught me what it felt like to jump bareback. You taught me your love. You taught me to be as stubborn as you. You taught me that a horse will forgive. Thank you for those 7 years. Thank you, for being the best teacher I could have ever asked for.
Rest in peace, darling. December 21, 2010