Unless you have spent many Saturday mornings mucking out an entire barn of horse stalls, or listening to the friendly nickers as the horses call to be brought inside, you will rarely understand the admiration for these fascinating creatures. It goes beyond love, to a new level, it becomes life. For some of us, we are blessed with the ability to own a horse, for others, it is all we can ever dream of. I am one of them. My parents will never be able to understand just why I love horses so much, and I will never be able to tell them or make them understand. It just is that way. They teach you so many things, they allow you to experience so much, but those experiences can only go so far when you do not own your own horse.
I often recall the long vacations I spent riding my cousin's horses. While she was away at college, I would train them, ride them, care for them. I would give up everything just to be around them. There was always that era of sadness though, why couldn't I have my very own horse? Was I not meant to be happy? Hmn...and what about Saturdays? Each and every Saturday, rising, bright and early, to go to the local horse stable where I volunteer. I have worked there, determinedly for the past four years of my life. Learning everything about these magnificent animals that I possibly could, riding all the lesson ponies, but never learning the most amazing lesson to be learned...horse ownership. What about all those endless trail rides with Nicole when I was younger? My best friend from Elementary School, we used to go on so many trail rides around our area. More importantly, to this day, the countless, extensive research I perform on horse tack, breeds, and care information, not to mention the actual hands-on experience. What about that? It's not an infatuation... it's just life.
How can my parents sit there and say I'm not dedicated? How can they say it's just a passing phase? I love them, and there is one thing that separates me from all the girls down at the barn. I'm down-to-Earth. I understand the issues with the economy, and how money is tight. I respect that, and I wish I could do something to help, but it is out of my control. The girls at the barn take everything for granted. They don't understand just how lucky they really are. I would be willing to sacrifice anything to own a horse, I would make time to be with him/her, I would invest every penny I made...
I am not asking for a million dollar animal, just a best friend. I understand the cost, the commitment involved. I will work to get discounted boarding, I will work to maintain veterinary bills and feed costs. I will do everything possible in my power to assist my parents if they allow me to live my dream now. How can I show them? How can I tell them? Horses, my life, my everything. I don't want one, I need one. I need to be set free, I need to be complete. Whole. Please give me any advice possible, how did you get your first horse? I don't want criticism, I've heard it, by giving up now, I'd be giving up on my dream. I'm not a failure, I'm a survivor. With persistence, my dream will come true. The time is now, I know it, I feel it, just like I feel my love of horses running through my veins. Never ending.