I lost my little man yesterday, April 4th. He was 46 years old,
and we had had him as a rescue 10 years ago.
He was such a special little pony, he was shetland/dartmoor. After getting
him right, when we got him (he had laminitis and was grossly overweight and
his coat would not moult properly) he taught my two daughters to ride. But
when they outgrew him, he showed me he could drive and I had many very happy
years driving with him. He absolutely loved to get between the shafts. He
raised a lot of money for charity doing Father Christmas round the village
for six years for Cancer Relief and Loros hospice. He also did carriage rides
at the local school fete raising a lot of money for the school and I also
took him down into town where we would take people with mental problems out
and they have never forgotten him.
I don`t know if I should be on this site really, as he was old, but making
the decision for him that he had suffered enough and to let him go was one
of the hardest to make. He let me know very firmly that it was his time and
I think he was ready to meet his Bess who was a pony we rescued many years
ago and went away three years ago. They shared a field together. She was
blind and deaf and he would guide her round.
I could go on and on about him, how he helped me and my family with different
things, but I will just end with saying he is in a better place now, I think.
And he was just so extra special and I will never find another like him.
I have two other horses, but Teddy was my man.
Love you, Teddy.
Anne
xxx
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