My first real horse, Chancy, was 23 years old when we bought her. I was 11, & I hadn't had good luck with horses. When she came to live on our 50-acre farm, I'd never cantered a horse or been on the trails. Within a month, I was galloping her out on the trails in nothing but a halter & lead. Chancy was a solid Appaloosa with Cushing's disease, so we shaved her twice a summer to get rid of that long curly coat. She was a happy horse & looked like a teddy bear when she was all fuzzy & curly. She started going downhill in the beginning of 2007, & when we came back from a trip to Florida in February...it was awful. Before, she'd always had a great appetite & was always energetic, but at this point, she wouldn't even finish her grain, let alone her hay. Finally, I went to the barn one morning before school, & she was laying down in her stall. It took her a long time to stand up, & I like to believe that she was waiting for me to see her. I ran to the house, told my mother I wouldn't be going to school on time, & went back to the barn. I said my goodbyes..& told myself that if she wasn't "gone" by the time I got home, we'd call the vet to have her put down.
I got home that afternoon, & she'd died. It will have made 5 years yesterday that she's been gone, yet I still miss that sassy old mare. Many people learned to ride on that horse, more than I will ever know. Chancy touched many lives, & I'm proud to say that...I'm the last one she taught to ride.
Love you, Chance. (April 1982 - March 27, 2007)
(picture is of me & one of my best friends riding Chancy)