We grew up together, literally. He was born a year and a half after I was. He was the friend that helped me through and dealt with most of my rough spots in life. My teenage self shed a lot of mad at the world tears on his neck and shoulders. He taught me more about horses than any human ever could. He taught me patience, how a great horse should handle and how to get the best out of them, his talent allowed me to become a great rider & showman, taught me what it was like to handle a stallion, taught me how it felt to set goals and soar past them, he also taught many children and adults alike how to ride and what a great horse should be. I am very thankful that my daughter got to learn on him.
He was the horse I literally counted down days until I turned 18 and could show him. My birthday gift that year from my grandpa was hauling us to a show on my birthday. Hondo's gift to me that day was an all around championship, he was amazing and let me ride to my full potential. We won every single class we entered that day. One of my fondest memories, I've never seen my grandpa so proud, of both of his babies.
I am going to miss his rocking chair jog, his soft kind eyes and even his pathetic version of a bucking fit when he hadn't been rode in awhile, he even bucked gracefully and smooth.
So, here's to you Hondo and the 31 wonderful years we had together. I love you buddy, thank you for one hell of a ride.
Rest In Peace, Hondo. 1982-2013