I feel the need to post this on this account even though i haven’t used it months.... i left my old farm last october, that means i also lost beau at that time. i tried terribly hard to bring beau along but it didn’t happen. i thought long long about this and after months i decided will o wind event oct 15 2017 would be my last ride on him.
yesterday morning i woke up to the worst text. i read it over and over again and instantly broke down when i realized beau had died the day before. i thought i was having a dream, i had to call the owner and the second he picked up, i heard it in his voice.... it was true. we spent a little while in silence, both trying to hold in our cry... we had to hang up. i still can’t believe it. i just hope he was not in pain. it kills me to imagine it happening. my boy had just turn 9 only 8 days prior. my heart goes to the girl riding him at the time. i loved my boy endlessly but he was no doubt an asshole. he was hard and the reason this hurts so bad is because of the connection we had naturally. it’s not something we developed. we understood each other in a way no one else could figure out about us.
5 years ago when my sister started boarding at franks, i walked into the barn and saw beau, i immediately thought he was my boy and i was going to ride him one day.... 4 years later and i owned 50% of him. the years before we had our first ride, i’d spend my spare time cuddling beau and not my current horse. he was the first horse that could actually change my mood. i could go there p****d and i couldn’t help but be happy and feel so blessed when with him. nearing the end of your time, we started to have 15mins ride because he was so perfect i couldn’t ask for anything more.
he was so damaged when i started to ride him again. i had to teach him to trust, i had to break a nasty backing up habit, i had to teach him to connect in the trot and even in the canter, he was a straight galloping giraffe. our last rides, i could let go of the reins, hold him in a circle and he’d be stretching in the canter and holding the most collected and relaxed canter you could ask for. i could extend him in the canter and bring him back with just my...