On October 1st, 1997 I cried for my old horse. I can still remember her whinny as they put her down. I belive that she was saying her good bye to me. We were close, even for a human and and a horse.On October 1st, 1997 I cried for my old horse. I can still remember her whinny as they put her down. I belive that she was saying her good bye to me. We were close, even for a human and and a horse.
On October 1st, 1997 I cried for my old horse. I can still remember her whinny as they put her down. I belive that she was saying her good bye to me. We were close, even for a human and and a horse. She didn’t even notice when I had a bad hair day or when I failed a test at school. She was more then a horse or a friend she was my teacher. I got Strawberry for my fourth birthday. It was February when I went out to see her. My dad said it was my belated birthday present. Almost 6 months later. I was so excited to see my first horse. I was told that she had been a plow horse and that she had been ridden by the grand childern of the owners before me.I had heard my mom say that she was old, safe, and cheap. Soon I wachted from a distance as my mother mounted my new pony. Fear mounted up inside me as I saw my new pony try to get rid of my mom. Strawberry bucked and reared. She bolted and snaped her head around like a mad horse. After awhile it was my turn to ride this unruly horse. I cried as I was lifted up into the saddle.
Terrified of what she might do to me I held on to her mane and waited for her to bolt. Nothing happened. She walked camly and carefully as though she was walking on thin ice. My mom let go of the bridle and off me and my new best friend went.
As the years rolled away she got old but never changed. She still tryed to trick my second step dad every time he rode her. She still would follow me every where and whinny at me when she missed me. I thought we were invinsible. We went to shows and placed good every time. People would come up to my parents and ask how much they’d sell her for. We were the perfect match. She taught me more about horses then books could.
To me she seemed a dream. Everythng we did together was like a dream. I was going to live in this dream forever. But suddenly forever changed. I found out that she had moonblindness. Moonblindness is a disease that accures in the eyes. Sadly it’s effects leave the poor horse blind. There is no cure. And nothing can or could stop it from leaving it’s sad affect. During her peroid of the moonblindness I read every book I could lay my hands on. I talked to the vets and asked questions about it to everyone I thought could help. Suddenly the disease was gone. The vet said there was no more trace left. I was back in my dream until it happened again.
It was the summer of ’97. Her moonblindness returned and this time it showed no signs of giving in. As the summer drew to an end I was confronted with a sulotion to my mares’ problem. They wanted to put her down for good. I thought about it and said no. I was not about to give in. That evening I went out into the pasture. There she stood alone in the middle of the field. She shook as I approched her. Her ears going back and forth. I placed my hand on her neck to tell her it was ok. She tensed and almost bolted. I began to cry. She had to be put down. I couldn’t let her live in total fear all because I thought she should live just for me. I came in and gave them permission to put her down.
On October 1st,1997 at 7:10pm I heard my horse let out a cry. I know she was saying good bye to me. As she passed away I thought of everything we’d been through. Moving four times. Going through a divorce and the moonblindness.
After she died I lost all intrest in horses. Even though we still had some. But then I got another Appoloosa and he brought me back into the horse world. Soon he left and I found my Arabian gelding. I soon sold him at age 4 and the I got my four year old AQHA cutting gelding. I’m now 16 and QH is only 5. I’ve heard that all good things must end and I used to believe it but after Strawberry died I believe that the saying is wrong. Although my first pony died, she did introduce me into the wonderful world of horses and she still lives with me in my heart and wonderful memories.
Amanda Marie Gulley