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Im just feeling down and want to brag on my,now passed, boy for bit.you don't haft to read and any harsh coments on my boy will not be tolerated.
When I was eight I had been begging for a horse forever.Low and behold one day my grandpa drives up with a small two horse trailor and shoved into it is one hyped up bay QH gelding.I,of course, had no clue why he was madly pawing or why my grandpa was yelling at him to 'knock it off'.When he unloaded the hot nutty horse he shot out backwards and my grandpa pretty much had to fight him to the gate.I was beaming with happiness when he asked me how I liked my new horse,who at this moment was running around out pasture in a hot mess.I stayed out side till dark trying to get him to come to the gate so I could pet him,witch he had no part of.I later found out the he,Copper, had been used for calf roping,was just shy of 15 hands and was eight years old.
For the next few years Copp had it good(in his head anyway),just sitting in a pasture old getting caught,if we could,every few months for them to lead me around on.This went on for two years till we moved three hours away.Copper was the first thing to come.On the day to catch him he was being extra naughty so now one could catch him.and what do they do?Send a me out with a lead rope and say 'go get your horse'.I was terrified of him by now.But none the less I walked up to him,slowly reached out and clipped the leadrope on his halter,no complaints from him. Fast forward a few months and im taking riding lessons form a lovely lady down the road who helped me with my confidence (and every thing else)SO much.Now I loved my horse,dont get me wrong, but there were days were I just stormed in yelling "Sell that stupid horse,hes going to kill me!" Yes you can say it,i was a BRAT.
We sure did have our ups and downs but that horse made me who I am. By 2012 we were 13 and he was as calm and tolerant as he could get.I spent every moment I could with him.He was my best friend and my shoulder to cry on, my buddy to laugh with, my secret keeper and the only one I cared about.one weekend my friend had begged me to come over and stay the weekend.i went over despite not wanting to.we had a blast,4weeling and playing with her horses, talking about how I couldent survive if anything ever happened to Copp.i got home sunday night and my dad had his paint mare up abd told me to get Copper up who was in the back of our pasture, so I tried calling him and when that dident work a walked out to get him.When I walked up to him and went for him halter he shyed away,unusual for him.I talked to him a bit and led him half wa tho the field then tied hid leadrope to his halter and hoped on,walking to the gate.When I led him up he had his head hung low and his eyes looked sunkin in.my dad get worried about him not looking and called the vet, making an appointment for the next day.I loved on him for about 30 min, brushing him out and telling him he was going to be ok, I mean he alwase was.i got my dad to watch his tricks, bowing ,nodding and pawing then put him up for the night.i fell asleep and the last thing I rember before that was thinking how shiny his coat was from his weekend break and that every thing was gona be alright.
The next morning my grandma woke me up saying "We had to call the vet,Copper died last night" crying.The first thing I said was "No hes not" then got my jacket and boots and went outside only to see my baby laying by the gate dead.i walked over with my dad and just set by Copp crying my eyes out.He NEVER waited at the gate, ever.he was right were I left him.
Its been three months and even tho I just got a new mare, every time I think of him I feel like someone is stabbing me in the heart.