A good rider can hear her horse speak to her, a great rider can hear her horse whisper.



12.14.2010

A Sad Thought.

Not trying to be depressed but I was reflecting today and realized that, although I love Spike, I will never be able to show him or do any of the things I dream of with him. He is 16. By the time I am old enough to have a stable job, be out of college, AND have somewhere to board him (not to mention when I am experienced enough), he will be in his 20's, *far* past his prime. He will not be the horse of my dreams, and he may crush my dreams inevitably when he is put down. I see videos of people on youtube and their gorgeous horses who love them to bits and I am reminded that Spike is not mine... I love him as if he were, but I have to face the facts that he is not. I cannot truly get to know him because I can't take him out and build trust with him. He will forever be the first horse I truly loved (Cloud was close before he passed, but I didn't *love* him like I do Spike, and now I know that)... I would not have died for Cloud... I liked that horse but only when I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw Spike for the first time, before even riding him, did I know that I loved a horse. I dream about Spike, even though every time I think of him I am reminded that some rider rides him once a week and I rarely ever do. He is not mine and probably won't be, at least, not until he is too old to show. When he retires from the lesson program, I want him. I want to get to know him, even if it is just on the ground. I want to give him the peaceful retirement that he deserves, and that pushes me to learn all I can so that the horse I love can be happy in his advancing age. He is still so strong and so willing, so I hope he stays well for many years, but when the time comes when he can no longer canter or be a challenge to riders, I hope I can give him a retirement full of love and trust.
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  1. AllyssaDecember 24, 2010 at 5:07 AM

    =( Lucky for me, the pony I love is *not* made for the showring. Though he may be a *great* backyard pony, the second he gets in the ring. (and yes, I have been through this) he is rearing. It's not his fault but imagine this: you have sensative ears and your owner decides to put you in western pleasure. One problem: you have never felt the long, western pleasure reigns. They are especially long: made for a 16 hand huge horse, not a little 12 hand pony. The speakers are blaring, the reigns slap you. What would you do: rear. I have already had the same sad moment, yet it was that I could never truly love Pixie. He is not mine, nor will he ever be mine. But, on the bright side for me, when spring comes, I get a horse. still: sympathy.

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  2. EmilyDecember 27, 2010 at 4:41 PM

    That's so sad :( I have only been dissappointed at the small schooling shows at my barn. He is too ADDish to concentrate, and individual tests are not happening as he freaks when in the arena alone. You are so lucky you are getting a horse in the spring that you can actually bond with, I look forward to hearing about you and your horse :) Thanks for the sympathy though :D

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