I adore J. and look forward to many more years of riding together but frankly we’ve had our rough spots including a not insignificant riding accident (my own fault) that left me with a heck of of concussion and a temporarily swiss cheesed memory. I Gallop On’s recent post on her aging mare, Caprichosa got me thinking of horses past and irreplaceable. I had a horse when I was girl that was like no other. Past, present or future. She would do anything for me and I spend countless content hours just hanging over her back while she grazed in the pasture.
I will save the full story for a post later this week, but provide you with these teasers: she was a horse wholly unsuited for an elementary school aged girl (4 years old, unbroke and filled with fire); to get her I had to trade my perfectly suitable sweet riding horse, removing him from the brother from whom he had never been separated. (Not easy for a girl who obsessively read Black Beauty and still cries when he has to leave his friends Ginger and Merrylegs).
I have two pictures to include here - the chestnut pair of riding geldings, Rusty and Sox and my beautiful little bay mare, Crystalle.
