Okay, I'm going to try this too! (I've got two horses so I hope that's okay if I wrote one for both? I feel guilty if I only do one
You taught me how to ride, fall, get angry at a horse, and walk away. You taught me how to fall utterly in love with one, and that the best gift anyone can give is to hand a little girl the reins of her teacher and say "She's your problem now".
You have certainly lived a full life haven't you? Getting kicked out of all the training barns in the area for bucking off the trainers (before we owned you - and yes, I still have the "Don't come back" orders, all six of them <3 ), having multiple babies because play days with studs were funner if you got to run the three miles to get to them, and farmers had to chase you off with a stick. And now you're living out the rest of your days with me.
Sucks to be you, right? You can grouse all you want but I know that you don't mind our riding (well me at any rate), because you haven't gotten me off on purpose yet. And I know that deep down in that snarky face of yours you really do love me - and the same can be said for me. I love you regardless of how bad we fight and all the schennanigans we've gotten ourselves into over the years. Your my horse and I'll always love you unconditionally. (But please.... try not to terrify any more studs? I can't afford a baby!)
Love, Your girl
Let me just clear the air here: No horse has gotten me off as much as you almost have. When you bolt, you don't stop and run blind. You rip up my tack in doing so, destroy fences, ruin my pride, and bang up my body, we can't take you off the farm, the list goes on. The simplest thing sets you off and you go nutso on me! One could easily call you a dangerous or simply awful horse.
But I suppose you do have your good qualities.... you love to be brought up and ridden (I've never rode a horse that loves it as much as you do), you have such talent in dressage and use it to your advantage, you came from the horrible place you did and turned your life around to make a nice horse for me and my mom. And above all else: you give unconditional love to us.
I wouldn't change you for the world, and while I'm so sorry and angry that your past derailed your life and mind; I'm also in a selfish way happy, because it brought you to us. We never would have known you if it hadn't been for the terrified horse in that one dark stall. And you see, when we began doing dressage I didn't think your name suited you. It reflected your past and all the bad. But you know what? It does suit you. You persevere through the darkest of situations, you love unconditionally, and you try your hardest at whatever your rider asks, (and you've never once run me over through your blind bolting.... thank you). You were named after the original cowboy because of your heritage and background and I think you've earned his title. Even though you do dressage now (but hey, what he doesn't know won't kill him! He just makes boots now!
Love, your human (the thing that feeds you)