When I met you in 1989, you
were a sad horse in a club, often starved and punished, as you were too "hot
tempered" for a club...you just had the heart of a Mearas, not one of a
In 1992, to save you from
the slaughterhouse, my mother bought you for me. A couple of months later,
you had changed so much that you could not be recognized...your eyes were
so different and your head was held high.
Since then, we have lived
so many happy times and so many difficult moments too...a year after you
became mine, I was told to get rid of you and take "another horse", as you
could not jump anymore. But that was counting without the love we were sharing,
an unconditional one. You could not jump??? I would not jump and I
would take care of you. We stayed together...you remained in the
Your health has not always
been perfect, but I never gave up and I always did my best during 12
years to make you the happiest horse in the world. When I learned you had
heart issues, I did not want to bother you, so we were just doing rides at
the pace you wanted (not always the slowest) and the paths you wanted (with
no garbage can or pipes!) although it cost me lots of falls...you were happy!
That was all that mattered to me.
I brought you close to the
ocean shore to make you see what the ocean was. You had the time to try it
once and were so surprised by seaweeds and those weird smells...that cost
me another fall!
But your heart, as strong
and generous as it was, could not make it anymore...
On Saturday, you laid on
the ground in your meadow, among your favorite girlfriends and foal and you
just fell asleep forever, leaving me alone. You went peacefully but
left behind so much pain.
Where you are, with the
Mearas, I'm sure you gallop all the time and do as many tricks as you used
to do with me...that's why I love you so much and I'll never forget
You were my baby horse,
my Kiki. You left your hoofprints on my heart forever.