My stall cleaning inspiration....
Just thought I would share something I quickly whipped up last night. No title as of yet. The idea came to mind while cleaning stalls, but the message is strong.
"When you first brought me home, I was as excited as you were.
You led me off the trailer with the biggest grin in the world on your face.
I could tell the extent of your passion towards me by the frequency of your visits.
Every afternoon I would stand at the front of my stall with my head over the gate, peering down the isle, waiting for you to step off the school bus and hurry to my side.
You would greet me with treats, my favorite being peppermints.
You would gently stroke my mane, and I knew we were meant to be together.
In preparation for a show, you would ride me more often and would sign up for lessons twice a week instead of just once.
You would train hard and I would be right by your side, putting in my all to win you that bright blue ribbon with the golden letters on it. The ribbon you spoke so excitedly about to all your friends.
I would take care of you in the show ring, correcting any minor errors you may have made, so you could look your best in front of the judge.
Regardless of how we placed, blue ribbon, white, or none, you would pat me on the neck and say "good job" as we exited the ring. It would warm my heart knowing you were still proud of my efforts, even though we were not the best in the class.
We would travel home, and wake up in the morning to a new day and a fresh start to the rest of our lives together. The perfect team.
One day, you arrived at my stall, but were not as cheerful as you had been everyday of the many years prior.
You seemed sad and to yourself, only giving me a quick groom before loading me onto the trailer. No gentle strokes, no peppermints.
Regardless of my concern of your change in behavior, I excitedly loaded into the trailer as I was sure we were headed to another show.
But something was off. It was not your trailer, you had packed no tack, and you did not jump into the cab of the truck, like you had done routinely so many times before.
The truck's engine started, and I heard a man tell you, "I will take good care of your pony for you, and will provide her an excellent home."
The trailer began to move. I quickly turned my head to try to find you, and there you were, standing behind the trailer with your mom and dad at your side. Waving slowly, and wiping tears from your face.
Confused and scared, I became frantic. I whinnied for you and pawed at the trailer wall, but when I looked back to where you were standing, there was only a silhouette of you in the cloud of dust that the trailer had made.
Our travel was long, and I had come to the conclusion that you had re-homed me, though I did not want believe you would ever leave my side. Perhaps you did not have time for me anymore, or your parents could no longer afford me. Perhaps I did not win you enough of those blue ribbons and you wanted a new horse that would try harder.
Despite your reasoning, I knew from past care you would have only found me the best home possible; one that would love me and care for me just as much as you did.
A few hours later, the trailer stopped and I heard the truck door slam shut. I smelt other horses, so thought I must be at my new home.
The trailer door swung open, and that same man who spoke to you earlier led me out. He was not as kind as before, and not nearly as loving as you were to me.
I heard other horses neighing from a distance, but not in a way familiar to me.
As I was led closer to them, I better understood their cries. A sense of fear instantly engulfed my body.
This man was not my new owner, new friend, or new teammate. He did not want to gently stroke my mane, or feed me peppermints. He had no interest in riding me in shows and he could care less about bright blue ribbons with gold letters on them. Those ribbons that lit up your face just thinking about.
He had no interest in getting to know me, or even learning my name.
To him, I was merely a number; just another horse passing through.
I was joined with the other horses. Fear and confusion were the only two emotions among us.
As we were led through the gates up to the building, I could not help but wonder why I ended up here, and what I did to deserve such a fate.
I remembered the times I had with you. The time you spent grooming me, our lessons together, and all the blue ribbons we worked so hard together to win.
As the line grew shorter, I realized I was next. In my last few moments, I knew I would never see your gleaming face again, but hoped my legacy would never be forgotten. Because I knew I would never forget you, and I knew that you did not mean for this to be my new home."