Well, we've survived a year together. Actually, we've made it 18 months. It's been crazy. We've had to fight adversity, people thinking we couldn't make it, people who constantly put us down, who laughed at us, who put us down.
You went from being the crazy, aggresive horse to the biggest goofball around. You went from running away in the pasture to running up to me in the pasture. You went from being the horse who had to be seperated because you were too aggressive. The horse who bucked, reared, took off, everything possible. Now, you're one of the most well-mannered horses.
We went to our first show this year. You were a champ and I was so proud of you. Even though you didn't place, you trailered perfectly, you were respectable in your stall and let strangers pet you, and you were a perfect gentleman in the warm-up arena while other horses came galloping past.
And now, you were lame for 5 weeks. The vet says you'll always have these hip problems, that you received them in your past home and that you'll never be perfect. You're limited now, no jumping or advanced dressage movements but at least your all right for the most part. I got back on you last week and it felt like I was back home where I belonged. You were amazing, acting like you hadn't just got off pasture rest.
You've been there for me, from the heart breaks to the triumphs. Everything was celebrated and mourned with you. You're always there to soak up every tear in your strong neck, you're always there when I need to ride away my worries, my fears. You show me my strength when you throw my weaknesses at me, make me face them head on. You're the horse who loves everyone, but its only me that you follow around the property without a lead, only me who you nicker to in the pasture.
I love you, Kota. And this is just the beginning of many years to come.
I think you know who <3