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Do you guys ever miss your old horses?

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#1 ·
I miss Rhedd. When I was upset, he would be the one who would stand there for three hours while I cried on his shoulder. He would be the one that would love me no matter how many different horses I ditched him for. He would lick my tears away. He would make me smile no matter how sad or upset I was. Now that I don't have him, I don't have anyone or anything to watch over me and take care of me. I miss him. I don't want to live this messed up life without him, but I'm going to have to. I wish I could get him back. He was my heart horse and I don't think I will ever love another like I love him.

So do you miss your old horses? Share your stories about those amazing partners that you would give the world to have back.

 
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#3 ·
I miss my heart horse every single day. When I had to donate him to a theraputic riding center...it was like losing a loved one. There will never be another one like King.
 
#4 ·
There are a couple of horses that I miss, they weren't really anything extremely special to me, but they were loved a lot. The mare I really miss the most though is Meg, she was my special horse. She was the one who I could run to when I needed a quiet moment or just comfort. She died of a stroke about 5 years ago.
 
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I used to miss her a lot. Her name was Reno's Little Teddie and she was my first horse. I could do anything with that mare. She was 17 when we started barrel racing and she ran like a 2 y-o. I won lots of trophies and ribbons on her. Then she started having back problems to the point where I couldn't ride her. So I gave her to my trainer to use for lessons for little kids but at the time he didn't have many kids riding so he sold her. I cried so hard the day I found out that I stopped riding any horses. I missed her for a long time after that, convinced I would never ride another horse. I don't miss her as much anymore. I know she's still with me in spirit(which sounds lame bout I believe it).
 
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I kind of miss my old pony cocoa, cause he was a sound ride, very willing, but also green so it was fun to teach him new things, when I got him he didn't even know how to pick up the canter and teaching him was so fun, but.. he had a past.

The person we bought him from got him in an auction in another state, he had no name, and by his temperament, and some scarring, it was clear he was mishandled. Going near his back legs was risky, he would cow kick often, brushing him didn't come without him constant pinning his ears and trying to bite you, or attempting to cow kick you, and leaning over to bring the girth across to stomach almost always resulted in bruises. We knew these things, he was a charm under saddle completely quiet, but he was dangerous on the ground.

We tried every technique possible to work him through it, from super soft sweet approach, to hard-arss tough love approach and EVERYTHING in between. Some things we worked through [for instance in the few months we had him we managed to be able to safely pick out his back feet, and lead him into his stall without him charging into it] But some things we just couldn't change, he still kicked out hard during brushing and girthing, bit you when you were in his reach or off guard.

On one instance I was walking by him with his saddle to put on a rack in front of him, as I walked by him with it he swung his back end at me, pinned me against the wall, and as I was pinned there repeatedly kicked at me with his leg, I struggled out of there and shrugged it off.

Another instance I was girthing him and he swung his back leg forward hard and slammed me in the back of the leg, this was one of the few instances I couldn't dodge him.

The instance that iced the cake was when my mother was walking by him one night while he was on the cross ties, and had to lift the cross tie a bit and crouch down a bit to pass, which he never really minded. This time however, he bit down hard on my moms head, pulling out a chunk of hair and skin from her scalp, we gave him back to his old owner, for free, that night while my mom was in the hospital getting a tetanus shot and barely avoiding stitches.

In a sense, we probably no matter what we did be able to make this horse safe, but I still miss him, he was probably the safest horse I've ever ridden, incredibly fun to teach new things, but he was just so violent on the ground, he was a cute little guy, chestnut roan and a pony [breed unknown] this is him:

 
#7 ·
I miss tacky :( first horse i ever rode. She was amazing! picky, not to loving, bucked my cousin AND brother off (at the age of 25!!! whooohooo go tacky! lol)
But she was put down a few winters ago, I STILL miss her, she always took care of me, and only ever scared me enough to scare some sense into me! haha. But its kind of like i have her back again because Rena is EXACTLY like her, smart, takes care of me, WILL tell me when im getting to cocky, picky. haha :)

And Payday, i miss him a lot. he was a great horse, always happy to see me, always happy to do whatever i asked (which is a lot different from Rena, haha, she give me the cold shoulder when i deserve it, but always forgives me.) and he always ignored it when i was a butthead. but im happy because He is living in a little farm is saskatchewan (sp?) with a little girl and her mom riding him :)
 
#8 ·
I miss every single horse that I have been priveledged enough to know, ride and been around.

The one that is going to kill me the most emotionally, is when Nelson goes. I don't think I will ever find another Nelson again in this lifetime. He has been and will always be, the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am trying to cherrish every moment I can with him.
 
#9 ·
Everyday I regret selling Aztec.. he wasnt particularly special to look at or anything like that but he would do ANYTHING you asked him to without hesitation.

I rode that horse everywhere you could ever imagine, down highways, through bush, up hills that might as well of been cliffs.. he never questioned any of it. I did everything on him, mounted games, campdrafting, team penning, pony club, show jumping. God I miss him.

That horse was my heart horse and if I had the chance I'd take him back in a heart beat.

-pics in my barn if anyone is interested-
 
#10 ·
Ive never owned and sold a horse, so i cant say like that, but when my mom made me quit lessons and the barn closed down i cryed almost everynight because i missed Breamen a 15.3 hand chestnut tb, he was so funny, and everyone said we were the weirdest group because i was short and tiny ( 4th grade) and he was... tall. Now i just wonder about him and wonder if hes still alive because now hed be 27. But if i had a horse and had to sell it id be so sad :(
 
#11 ·
I miss my mare Jezabella. I got her as a yearling when I was 13 and did everything on my own, broke her in, taught her to jump, took her out, everything. Then when I was 17 I went through a "rough patch" and left home and sold her. I get sad whenever I think about her because she was the sweetest horse ever, but she is at a good home now.

I haven't seen her in about 18 months but in early August I'm going back to the city I used to live in and I am going to go see her because I am still in touch with the owner.

I wish I could keep almost every horse I have ever had. I'd love to just walk out to a paddock and see them all standing there together.
 
#12 ·
I do miss both of my other horses, but especially the first- a bay 1991 AQHA gelding that was given to me as a gift by my parents in the fall of 1992. His name was Play N Splash by Making a Big Splash out of Wallabys Playgirl. He was incredible and I trained him to beat my friends $10,000 horses. I have contacted his current owner twice and had no response. I would take him back in a heart beat. I called him Splash, Splashers, splashy boy...... I will never forget him.
 
#13 ·
The horse I'll miss the most is my first horse, a race bred QH mare named Juniper Moon Wind. She came into my life as a 3 yr old because of an injury sustained on the track. She was not an easy horse for a clueless newbie and I wouldn't recommend going this route to anyone. But over the years, we survived each others mistakes. She became my solid partner and even helped a few riders overcome their fears. I nursed her thru a colic surgery, a stomach cancer scare and the loss of an eye. After 28 yrs together, she died of what was determined to be a stroke at 31. I was with her to the end.
 
#15 ·
I don't have any old horses, since I still have both of my guys.
I do miss my old friend, Reba. Long story short, this idiot woman got kicked out of the barn and she took Reba with her when she left. I remember the last time I saw her, I just stood in the pasture with her and cried. I miss her every day. :-(
 
#17 ·
I've never been in many of these situations, for a few reasons.

1. I haven't had horses long enough to have one die; the horses I was around before weren't mine.

2. I don't get attatched to horses that aren't mine, that I know I can never get.

3. If I had a horse I truly loved; my "hearthorse", as the forum says, I wouldn't sell it, unless I absolutely had to (no money to keep it; sold property, practically homeless, can't afford boarding).

Admittedly, I've never had an easy time getting attatched to animals. The only animals I have right now, that I'd truly miss if they died, are my two dogs, Bruce, and one of my rats. :/

But I'll admit I'm shallow, and Bruce dying would be more of a "****, I can't find another broke draft horse for $370 with tack." thing.

It will be a sad day for my mother when Phin dies, though.
 
#18 ·
I miss my girl that I left back home in Australia badly. I know I will never have another horse like Angel in this lifetime. I am leasing her as a broodmare to a lovely place but I just wish I could take her out riding all the time like we used to. We evented EFA nationally for years, also did straight showjumping and the odd schooling dressage comp, mainly as training for eventing, but my fondest memories of our riding days are from taking her on long trail rides in the bush, at the beach and along the roads where she lived.

When I got her over ten years ago as a 4yo she was abused and neglected, sickly skinny and pitiful. It took me over three months to get her to the point where she could be ridden. For the next six months she did nothing but throw me off or try to throw me off. Only horse I have ever ridden that threw me off twice in the space of 5 minutes (and I am not bad at sticking in the saddle if I may say so myself). Don't know why but I persisted and I am glad I did as seemingly overnight, we clicked. She would do anything for me, go anywhere jump anything and was just amazing. We had great success and then when I started working full time, we just enjoyed trail riding together and the odd dressage show here and there, just wish she was here with me in the States :cry:
 

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#19 ·
I miss every single one. Even the bad ones. I miss Sally, who would try and throw you eveythingr time you rode. I miss Honey, the most stubborn pony alive. Darren, our big ol' Percheron who like to step on feet..... Even Stupid Boy, who was so aggressive no one could even come near his stall without a mark to show for it.
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