Well, my dream came true.
Holy Scat |
And I must say I have loved every moment with my precious girl. She is a feisty one and quite frankly that is one of the things I have loved most about her. (Maybe she and I are a bit alike in that department.) They call them the alpha mares and believe me that title fit her to a tee.
What did I know about training a horse to ride. NOTHING. I took a few spills and we spent many hours in the round pen and trails but together we learned and worked it out. I was fortunate that I could ride right from my place down to the river or the miles of fields in front of my house.
She loves to give rides. I could always count on her patience and safe delivery of precious riders. It was as if she knew how much they depended on her.
There were many more rides upon her back than pictures.
My Granddaughter began her love affair with horses at a very young age.
I hope someday she will have a horse of her own.
When the economy changed it became clear to me that changes were coming in my life as well. Without a job it was difficult to finance my dream. I really held on to the dream longer than I should. A severe back injury ended my riding days and left me with constant pain and worries of what one more fall from a horse's back could mean to my ability to walk.
My girl was getting older too with aches and pains and a limp when trotting. I worried that I would not be able to find another forever home who would love and appreciate her as I have.
One of the first people to answer my add was a 4H leader. She also has a business that provides pony rides for children's parties. She has a big caring heart and she has many horses that she provides for the 4 H children to use, love and care for. One of those kiddos lives in an apartment and is unable to have a horse of her own at this time. Scat is now her special horse.
Another girls dream fulfilled.
I know she will be happy in her new home.
For anyone who has ever loved a horse, they know how deeply that love is. It becomes a way of life and a way of being in the world. Life brings us many changes and we go forward having been changed by the experience forever. I know I have.
Saying goodbye is incredibly difficult.
Today, of course I am wishing there were many more rides in our future.
Good-bye ole friend, you will be forever in my hearts memory.
So hearbreaking to part with a dear friend. My heart goes out to you.
ReplyDeleteWow, this post brought tears - I can imagine how hard it must have been to say goodbye. I'm so glad she now has a new life to enjoy and give joy. :)
ReplyDeleteI certainly have shed puddles.
DeleteI, too, am teary. I fondly remember as a child working at the local "ranch" in exchange for riding time. Never owned one of my own until my daughter got one. Henry was a 17 1/2 hand Arabian that thought he was a lap horse, but unfortunately when she went away to boarding school she couldn't take him because he wasn't hunt/jump- he was dressage. Broke our hearts to see him go but luckily he went back to his previous owner who, I know, loved him as much as we did. Tears you up. {{{Karen}}} Change is so hard but it will be worth it, so freeing.
ReplyDeleteIt is the thought of another good-by that keeps me from getting any pets right now. I have enough trouble with cats, can't imagine giving a horse to another forever home.
ReplyDeleteTears are streaming down my face as I remember my beloved equines whom I saw through to the end of each of their lives. What wonderful spirits they had. I learned so much from them. We had such fun together. I am so happy that you were able to find such a perfect place for your girl.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh. What a sweet, sweet story. Thank you for taking the time to tell about your girl. I am sorry and happy at the same time.
ReplyDeleteOuch. Happy tomorrows to both of you.
ReplyDeleteSaying good bye is never easy. But at least you know she will be loved and cared for.
ReplyDeleteHow difficult for you. I'm glad you found a good home for your friend. Change can be really hard. You are brave to share your evolving journey.
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