Midnight Dancers

shamrockluck15:

My Mum and I went on holiday to Iceland for a short break last month. We stayed in Reykjavik. 

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shamrockluck15:

I remember the first day we met. You were so excited to buy your first pony. 

I remember how unsteady you were on my back when you first rode me. But I was patient, I took my time to allow you to adjust. 

I remember when you took me home and pampered me with brand new rugs, tack, brushes and a new head collar with my name in gold. 

I remember taking lessons with you. You would often struggle, get frustrated, but I always remained calm and allowed you to figure it out. 

I remember going to our first show together, we got placed second. You were on cloud nine and I got extra carrots for supper. 

I remember that time a boy broke your heart at school. I was there for you to cry into my mane until you could cry no more and felt better. 

I remember the times when you would just jump on my back, bareback, and we would gallop like the wind through the fields. 

I remember you telling me how much you loved me, that I was your everything. 

I remember over the years how we grew together. Your riding got better and those rosettes kept on coming. 

I remember when I started getting older, I needed to slow down. You couldn’t understand why I wasn’t as agile as I used to be going over the jumps.

I remember when the vet came out and you were told bad news, that I was getting old and my body was getting weary. That it was time for me to slow down. 

I remember going on light hacks with you, but you were never as excited as I was. I enjoyed those moments with you, just you and I in the beautiful countryside. 

I remember the days when I was too tired and sore to do much, I just wanted to spend time with you in my warm comfy stable or field, but you wanted to go riding instead.

I remember one day when a man came to visit me. I didn’t understand why you lied to him about my age and ability. 

I remember when that man came to load me onto a trailer. I thought maybe we were going together, to another show. 

I remember being unloaded after a long and grueling journey, but you were nowhere in sight. 

I remember the man working me to the ground until I couldn’t take no more and gave up the fight. 

I remember being dosed up on bute. I felt so good again, pain free, I felt so young. 

I remember being sold again. 

I remember when they had to get the vet out, because I was lame. No amount of bute would help this time. 

I remember when a big scary lorry came to get me and the exchange of money between hands. 

I remember the smell, other horses already aboard. 

I remember the long journey, falling over and struggling to get up amongst the other horses that were panicking alongside me. 

I remember our last destination. 

I remember your face, why are you not here now? 

What did I do wrong? I was your loyal steed for years, won you all those rosettes and trophies. 

I gave you unconditional love. Surely I deserved that in return? 

Surely I deserve a nice retirement. A chance to enjoy my later years with my friends in the paddock. With you bringing me carrots and apples every day and brushing me so I look pretty…

I remember feeling like a machine. That was no longer of use for purpose. 

I will always remember you, but you won’t always remember me. 

I’ve made a new blog! (I know, I never use this one anymore) 

I’m on a 3 weeks live in pet sit. I’ve been here millions of times before as it’s friends of mine and with the greyhounds that I absolutely adore. It’s basically my second home. But for some reason this time I am really missing Sammy. Unfortunately she stays too far away for me to go see her from where I am just now. So will have to wait till I go home on the 21st. I know they are keeping a close eye on her for me. But still doesn’t stop me missing my baby!
I’ve never felt this sad before from missing her and I am away for 2 weeks at a time quite a lot. I’ve been away this long once or twice before, but that’s it. Just not sure why this time is so different.