Dear Tom
Dear Tom
You were there to help me when I had lost all confidence. After the fall I was willing, but scared, yet you helped me through it. Your gentle nature made me feel safe, and 4 years later, although I ride the bigger horses, I still love those few weeks where I ride you again.
In the ring you were lots of work, it was a struggle to get you moving, but when we’re on a hack I feel different. I can feel the moment you tense us, willing to go on just that little bit faster. The pounding of your hooves makes me feel safe.
Even last week, the flies were bugging you, while you were bucking and being a nuisance; I still loved you and felt safe. When you reared at Troy, I still felt safe, even when you jumped over than fence to escape the evil tractor. I’m not scared when I’m on you.
The breaking of my arm meant I wasn’t around horses for 2 years, but thanks to you I’m better than I was. A different horse could have put me off riding forever, but you were patient, and loving.
You are an amazing horse, and I miss riding you more. But other, younger people need you. I’ll ride Tinker, Dazzle, April, the big wild ones, but I’ll still love you, the special horse that helped me through it all.
I felt the need to make this blog, as i'm finally moving on. I only ride him about once every 3 months and this is sort of a goodbye.
He means the world to me...
You were there to help me when I had lost all confidence. After the fall I was willing, but scared, yet you helped me through it. Your gentle nature made me feel safe, and 4 years later, although I ride the bigger horses, I still love those few weeks where I ride you again.
In the ring you were lots of work, it was a struggle to get you moving, but when we’re on a hack I feel different. I can feel the moment you tense us, willing to go on just that little bit faster. The pounding of your hooves makes me feel safe.
Even last week, the flies were bugging you, while you were bucking and being a nuisance; I still loved you and felt safe. When you reared at Troy, I still felt safe, even when you jumped over than fence to escape the evil tractor. I’m not scared when I’m on you.
The breaking of my arm meant I wasn’t around horses for 2 years, but thanks to you I’m better than I was. A different horse could have put me off riding forever, but you were patient, and loving.
You are an amazing horse, and I miss riding you more. But other, younger people need you. I’ll ride Tinker, Dazzle, April, the big wild ones, but I’ll still love you, the special horse that helped me through it all.
I felt the need to make this blog, as i'm finally moving on. I only ride him about once every 3 months and this is sort of a goodbye.
He means the world to me...
He's a nice looking horse.
And yeah, on certain horses I feel really safe too, there was this chestnut mare named Roxy, (don't remeber what breed she was but she had a little arab in her) and I could just do anything on her and feel perfectly fine. She's dead now because She got strangles D:
But I still have my standardbred Jack. :D
ZootSuitRiot, July 20th, 2007 at 07:44:08am
That's cute :]
I used to go horse riding years ago. Once I fell off a horse when we were riding in the forest. I had never even touched it before, and I was scared all the time. The horse infront of me suddenly kicked, and I fell off the horse I rode. It ran away, and was found dead on the road : / I got a lot of guilt feelings after that.
Just a few days later, this riding camp was booked for me. So I went there as supposed to, but I was still scared and felt guilty, like I would tell myself to never touch a horse again. Anyway, I got to ride this horse named Chiva, she was fantastic. Even though it was only days after the other horse, named Karisma by the way, died, Chiva made me happier. She's still quite important even though I don't go horse riding anymore, I've just lost interest.
Good blog!
Lissie!, July 19th, 2007 at 09:17:26pm