All through my awkward teen years, I was lucky enough to have a stable man in my life, my beautiful horse. He was there for me when I got depressed, or when I had great news to share. He was also there when I found out I was pregnant, as well as through the pregnancy. He was the reason I got up in the morning. I remember carrying heavy water buckets down to his field while in labor. There was more than once that I cried on his shoulder. We competed we trail rode, and we defied gravity. The fun we had can never be repeated, nor have I ever found one to replace him. Our bond was strong and eerie like, he would know what I wanted before I told him. He would be peppy if I was happy and quiet if I was sad, he was better than a therapist. He would quietly listen to everything I had to say and never talk back or tell me what to do. We were an pair for almost 10 years. We took a trip to Florida for the winter, and it made me realise that he has aged and for the first time in years he wasn't stiff. The warm air made his arthritis disappear. He was acting like a frisky colt again and we played hard that winter. Eventually it was time to leave and head back up north. I couldn't put him back on a trailer for a long trip again, the trip down was very hard on him. So I found a lovely little girl that would love him like I did, and I passed the perfect horse to the next little girl who needed a best friend. I still think about him quite often and miss him terribly. Last I heard he was still alive at around 30 years of age.
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