I had the honor of spending the last three years with Pony. He was rescued
from walking a life of endless circles for kids at a fair. The owner of this
barn saw him and brought him to spend the rest of his life in a happy
home where he could run around with the big boys.
Pony might have been half
the size of the other horses, but when it came time to re-organize the pecking
order, he sure thought he was the biggest horse at this farm! In my eyes
he was the "brick" of this barn. A horse that belonged there and would always
be there - the constant one. But unfortunately, I was wrong. When Pony passed,
I was amazed at the grief I had for his little soul. He was the first horse
I have loved and lost.
I am blessed though. I have
many, many wonderful memories of him. He was the companion to my horse on
his first trailering trip in 10 years. He hopped right into the trailer,
and came to my house two times last summer. I was able to bond with him those
weekends by having him at my house...spending 48 hours together. I would
pony him with my horse out on the trails...my favorite memory of him was
running back down the trail to the barn, he was doing that cute fast trot
of his (he was always determined not to canter!), my horse at a nice
slow running walk and we came up to this fallen tree. I looking down at him,
they both jumped the log side-by-side, his thick black mane flowing up into
the air and his little hooves tucked perfectly under his chest. What a sight
to see Pony fly.
And now he is flying
again, over the fields past the rainbow bridge. God speed, Pony. I love and
miss you.
Nicole Sicely