I'm not to sure what to write just yet, it's still a big blank to me.
I got bubbles when I was 12, on the 18th June 08, she was my first horse and taught me everything I know now nearly 3 years later.
She was sold to me as a beginners horse, and that she was, but she needed a confident strong rider which I wasn't at the time. She forced me to become stronger and more confident because I knew if I couldn't ride this horse I wouldn't be allowed another one.
This year she is 25, which I know is old for a thoroughbred. At the beginning of this year she got an infection, the first and last time I had ever had a vet out to her, he said it was just a foreign object in her nose. Her nose was snotty, but that was it and it cleared up.
She has always been prone to grass staggers, and I was never told that till after I bought her, but she had never gotten it here.
She taught me to canter, to jump, to hold on for dear life, and she taught me responsibility and devotion. She also taught me to never give up on the worst of days. I learnt how to hold onto a spooking horse, and how to stop a bolting one. I learnt how hard the battle of worming really can be, and I learnt some tricks to get around her problems. I jumped her up to 90cm, and rode her bareback and bridleless around the paddock. She taught me that if you don't mount correctly, you dont mount at all. She also taught me to ride in a hackamore.
She was always willing to please, even if some days you had to coax it out of her. I learnt to read her moods and she took me to my first show, my first showjumping day, and my first out of town competition, which have also been the last to date. She brought home ribbons from every show but one, and that show she behaved the best she ever had, which to me was better than a ribbon. She looked after me and my show nerves, she looked after me on the days where I would do nothing but sit in her paddock and cry.
She taught me that if you fall off, it's your own fault, but if I get thrown off it's not. Every time I made the mistake and made myself fall off, she would run away whether I was hurt or not. But on the rare occasion that she thought she had caused it, she would come back and patiently wait for me to get up.
She finally started showing her age this year, and after putting her into a different paddock, she developed rye grass staggers. She got better once, then got it again, and it didn't leave. We tried everything, most things were suggested on this site. Last night I went out and she wasn't hungry, but she looked happy enough to see me. She wouldn't eat her food, so I put it up higher, thinking she was getting dizzy from having her head down. She munched at her hay a tiny amount when I offered it to her, but it was clear she only did it to try and please me. I tried coaxing her to eat the feed after I had put more water in it, she only ate a few mouthfuls. Knowing she had been grazing all day I thought maybe she just wasn't hungry. So I left her for the night with a final goodnight, and got up this morning to get ready for school. We left and got a few meters up the road when we discovered bubbles, in the front paddock. She was lying on her side all sprawled out, not normal for her. So we stopped for a minute and she tried to get up, but she couldn't even get herself sitting. So mum left me there to try and help her up. I tried, but I couldn't do it on my own, lets face it, a 60kg girl can't likft a 500kg+ horse. So I ran inside to get dad out, I came back out to the paddock with a halter and leadrope, planning to pull her to a sitting position. Dad was already there holding her head up when I arrived, we both realised we weren't going to sit her up, when her nose started bleeding severly, and she passed away beside me, in our arms.
She is now lying peacefully in her paddock, covered with horse covers to keep the flies off, until my brother gets home from school to dig her grave for me, beside Laasanna who we lost nearly a year ago.
I cut off a small piece of her tail to keep with me, I might get a bracelet made out of it. I may cut a piece of her mane, just because it was always so soft. 2011 b5.jpg feb 24 2011 016.jpg 2.jpg bubbles14.jpg bubbles 101.jpg hugging me.jpg video 016 001_00015.jpg 1 90cm take off.jpg Pictures 122.jpg
Thanks to anybody who read all of that, or even part of it.
I don't regret ever doing anything or not doing anything with her, she gave me the best introduction to riding anybody could have had.
I just wish I could have had just 10 more minutes with her, only 10. To give her one last proper hug and tell her how much I love her. I know I can still tell her before she gets buried tonight, but it's not the same.
-The only other thing I never got to do with her was have that last bareback ride, but I traded that one last ride to take care of her as best I could. And I tried my hardest bubbles, I really did.