Join Date: May 2010
Location: Northern California
my first horse was a solid black mustang about 13 hands, I was a year younger then her, I was 8, she taught me everything about riding when I was fifteen I found her dead in the pasture, I was heart broken, and ran back to the house crying, devastated, she is now burried in the back field, where grady my 10 yr old dappled bay mustang now calls home. I have had grady for three years now and yet everytime I call em up from the field I get sad, but I jus remember that my first horse was apart of my life in a very special way an always will but that her death led me to grady who needed a loving home.
Every death is hard but can always lead to good things if we allow it to. Being sad and misserable is ok for awhile but sooner or later we need to realize the positives, perhaps that our dear horse had a good life, or that we had adventures and experiances we might have never had with out them. The important thing is to open our arms and homes to something good and rejoice it. And to help start the healing process of our broken hearts
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