Thanks. Penny was something else. I will probably spend my life trying to find another her.
I should probably just be grateful I had her, but that's a step I am not at yet. I'd give my right arm to have another her. We knew every thought each of us had. She was amazing on the ground, but under saddle she was the hottest horse I have ridden. She would rear waiting for the bell to ring so we could start jumping - but somehow it was all ok, because I knew she would, I knew she just wanted to go. Many people told my parents that they would not let their kid ride her, but I am a better rider because of her now. She wanted to go, but was collected in the first round - somehow the ****ed horse knew it was the jump off and then to go hell for leather.
Silly things, but she was one heck of a horse. She lived her last days with someone who adored her. He was a family friend, and he had 15 acres, but fenced off his front yard, as Penny liked to stick her nose through the kitchen window.
I miss that horse like she was my first born child.