What is the horse of a lifetime?
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I'm making a speech for a video based on this question ''what is a horse of a lifetime?'', so I'd like to ask you what is the horse of a lifetime for you, and how you describe him, etc!
Thank you so much!!
To some it would be the one racehorse that made it to a triple crown race, or the horse that won the world championship, or the horse that competed in the Olympics, but for me the horse of a lifetime was Chad.
He was given to me when I was 18 and he was 18. He was an ex-show horse - raw boned, skinny, and not trusting of humans. He and I became inseperable during a very confusing time in my life. I could ride him day or night, bareback or with a saddle, and showed him locally in most disciplines. He was very soft and sensitive, despite his size, but didn't take to everyone. He bucked more than a few folks off... yet would barely walk with a small child on him.
When I moved to Texas, I left him with my cousin who could no longer keep him after a couple years, so at 29, I shipped him here to end his days with me. When he came off the truck, he nickered softly and put his big ol' head in my chest and exhaled.
I was with him when we put him down at 31 because his hips were such that he would lay down and struggle to rise.
I have never had a connection with a horse like that. I can still ride him, SMELL him, in my dreams. So, for me, it's all about connection. He was my "horse of a lifetime" ..
The horse of my lifetime was a 13.1 pony that had the appearance of a rather ugly miniature TB. She stepped out of a trailer onto our yard on a snowy day, she was thin, her coat was dull and she's had a nasty sore on her dock. She not the beautiful gleaming chestnut I'd dreamed of but my mother felt so sorry for her she bought her off the dealer and put her in a paddock.
I was eleven and she was my fourth pony.
I couldn't catch her for a week, she chased me out of the field every time I went in so Mum made me walk up to her carrying a large stick. Problem solved.
We see things differently as children but that pony was my best friend for many years and taught me how to really ride.
My heart horse was a Peruvian Paso,Welsh cross pony-I rode her everywhere, English, Western, Aussie saddles, all kinds of bits, all kinds of weather, she loved being in the lead on trail rides, she was a light bay, lovely dark points, big eye. loved to jump, especially on the trail. She didn't have the best of care before I bought her, & eventually colic from worm damage did her in. I cried buckets & buckets for so long. She had the biggest heart & her two foals did not capture my heart, I will always wonder what her stillborn filly would have been like, she was by my stallion & she had legs that wouldn't quit! That was a heart breaking day also!
Thank you so much to everyone who has replied! I'm also looking for some inspirational stuff that describes ''a horse of a lifetime'', so more ideas are welcome! Huge thank you :mrgreen:
This was my horse of a lifetime. I wrote a tribute to him after he died that sums up how I felt (and still feel) about him. He's been gone 6 years now, and I still miss him every day.
I love the three horses I have now, but none of them have ever come close to what I felt for that little bay Arab gelding.
Here's my tribute to him. I update how much time has passed every year.
This is in tribute to my beloved Bay Conquest, known to all as Conny.
I called you my little bay demon in horse form because you were always a handful, terribly opinionated, and hated almost every other horse you ever met.
You were also my treasured, most precious, special companion, and I've often wondered what I did right to be blessed in such a fashion for those 21 years you were with me.
You came to me as a green broke, wild as the March wind 4 y/o, with the biggest ears I'd ever seen on an equid not actually a donkey. At our first meeting you bit me so hard you drew blood.
You chose me as your own after the first week of our inauspicious meeting, and the memories of you following me down the fence line whickering softly to me are some of my most cherished.
We showed, which you hated, and then switched over to trail riding, which you loved and at which you excelled. You were always the one everyone wanted out in front to show the other horses that they could go past that scary object, through the water, or over those terrifying wooden bridges.
You were a true war horse, although your battlefields were the trails and woods. You never met an obstacle that you weren't willing to tackle, as long as I was with you. We were each other's courage, and an unbeatable team.
You owned my heart, a piece of my soul, and all of my youth. When you died, you took that piece of my soul and the last of my youth with you.
I floundered for awhile, trying to discover who I was without you. For so many years I had identified with being your owner and rider, that it left me lost and confused when I no longer had you to anchor my world.
It‘s been six years since you crossed over The Bridge, but some days it seems like forever since I've heard your beloved voice and stroked your silken neck.
Wait for me in that green and lovely place where God sends all His creatures. I don't know how long I'll be, but I'll meet you there when my work here is done.
Wowww, that was just beautiful! Thank you so much! What a powerful and beautiful tribute! I'm so sorry for your loss x
To me, the horse of a lifetime is a shoulder to cry on, the wings that carry you far from the bad in the world, the heartbeat you live to, the warm breath you fill your own lungs for. It's a partner who knows what you need without a word, who is ready and willing to be by your side, day in and day out, regardless of your mood, or ability, or disability.
The horse of a lifetime is the horse who carries you, and flys as fast as she can above the ground while you've got your arms thrown wide and your screaming at the top of your lungs to a sky full of thunder. She's your secret keeper, and the light at the end of your darkest days.
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To me, the horse of a lifetime is the one who surprises you. You look at them and go, eh, nice enough I suppose........
I went to an auction one day and was looking for 2 good mares to breed to my stallion. This was a higher end auction and not your local .25/lb auction. So, it's hotter than Hades in the auction hall, there's over 400 horses and the bidding was pretty fierce. I had bought one mare and then sold her again 10 mins later because the guy I was bidding against just HAD to have her and wouldn't give me any peace.
Sooooo, we're down to 3/4 of the way through and I still don't have any horses. A bunch more go through and then........up walks this little old lady, leading a horsey Fabio. He was short, he was thin, he was wormy looking, he was a STALLION and he had the most glorious looking mane and tail. I watched as they went up, feeling vaguely sorry for the pair of them because they were both so scared. As she was walking him on the runway I saw this little red stallion who was nicely put together, and shaking down to his little feet, and it made his mane fly out and make a golden halo around him, he was shaking so hard. So, I kind of looked twice and thought......"HMMMM, I bet he'd be a lovely gelding." and immediately followed with, "Stop it, you're here to buy mares!". BUT.....he was so kind and careful. His owner had to be close to 80 and he was so careful NOT to step on her or get in her space or bump her, and it wasn't what she was doing, she was so scared I don't think she ever even saw him with her, and he supposedly had been saddle broke by an excellent trainer but not ridden much. No one was bidding on him and I was looking around wondering, "Can nobody else see what I'm seeing here?" and evidently they couldn't. In the meantime, someone who knew her said she was selling off all the horses she could because she had no hay. AWWWWWW dang it! I'm such a sucker. So I put up my paddle for him, $500. And no one bid against me. He was mine that quick. My husband came up to me after, as I was standing there asking myself what the heck I had just done, and said, "Why on earth did you buy that shrimpy, skinny, STALLION?". I just said, "You mark my words, he's going to be the best horse we've ever had.". I didn't even know his name yet, I hadn't paid attention at that point in the auction, just knew I'd bought a horse. Imagine my surprise when the auction secretary brought me the paperwork to sign that I had bought the horse when I saw his name......Marq My Words.
We took him home and all the way I was thinking, "OMG, what did I do that for? I gotta feed him for months before he'll be ready to geld, I have 2 other stallions, I don't need a 3rd one even for a little while.". Once we got him home and had a good look at him, he also had a fatty tumor under his jaw that needed removing. So, we fed him up, dewormed him, got him gelded and the tumor removed and then gave him time to heal up.
I was supposed to ride in a Christmas parade and my old guy made it clear that he was DONE being a riding horse and so, even though I had 40 horses I had no one to ride. I had gotten to know Marq fairly well so I decided, "How bad can it be?" and decided he would be my parade mount. The first time I EVER put a leg on him was the day I rode him in that parade. He was AMAZING! I hung a strap of jingle bells on him, put decorations all in his mane and tail, made him wear flashing reindeer antlers, you name it. AND we were in front of the stagecoach with a yahoo that kept snapping his bull whip. By the end of that parade, I was ready to do violence on the guy, but Marq never even flinched.
Between the Christmas parade and the New Year's Day ride, the mare I had bought at the same auction had knocked me down and pretty much destroyed my right shoulder. I was going to have surgery right after the holidays. BUT...I'm stubborn and that ride is a tradition and I was NOT going to miss it for something like an injured shoulder. Besides, the black eyed peas and corn bread they serve after the ride are ........ oh......yummmmmmm. So, I had my husband saddle Marq up, put my arm in an immobilizer, took enough pain pills to make the day a haze and said, "Ok little buddy, try not to kill me." and got on. I didn't know if he'd ever been near a trail before that day or not. He babysat me. He KNEW that I wasn't right and he carried me like I was made of blown glass.
I sold him about a year later, to a little girl with fear issues. I had too many horses and wasn't spending the time with Marq that he deserved. He deserved his own little girl to fuss over him, love him and just let him know what a wonderful horse he is. I kick myself every day for selling him, wish I'd never done it. He's totally happy, his girl loves him to death and I miss him.
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