Wonder if your out their somwhere thinking about me.

The instructions were to write an essay on a horse that I love. I thought in my head what about a horse that I loved. Then I caught myself, just because she is gone doesn't mean I don't still love her. So what's with the past tense Heather?
I started riding horses four years ago with Betina. After a few lessons I was slowly drawn to pretty blonde horse that would eat grass in the paddock next to the ring. After many questions you finally asked me if I wanted to ride her. I couldn't have said yes any quicker. After a lesson of kicking and cropping and yelling. I still managed to smile. The next Wednesday that I came for my lesson you asked Dolly? I said nope. Sally. You looked at me like I had four heads. "Why do you want to ride that beast again? How about Monica." I agreed to her. I did shortly fall in love with Monica. I took her to my first show. But this isn't an essay written about her. Sally. The Belgian mare that everyone hated. I still liked her. You let me ride her again. I took Sally to my next show; I remember my exact words to you. "Betina I love this horse" I told you that before leaving the show at which she bucked in a few of my classes. As much as she hated being ridden. Shows were all about her. A few months later we went to Tristate. In and EQ class against Michelle and Brit none of us pinned. But they did call me reserve of the class. Driving home out the window of your truck you pulled over and gave me a blue ribbon and told me it was for kicking Michelle and Brits butt. My first actually blue ribbon was in an EQ class judged by Charlie. He told me I shouldn't be riding Sally and I said why not I love this horse. The next class was command. She bucked and when we got to the middle we all just laughed. Her pathetic bucks.
I remember showing a SNEHA show with Sally. She tripped and fell to her knees, I remember dirt flying into my face thinking im going to fall. I started to slide over her head when all of a sudden I was back in the saddle and we were trotting again. She had thrown her head up so that I wouldn't fall. I came out of the ring after the class and I remember no one else saw it but my dad. But atleast I knew I didn't imagine it. That next week you gave her to me. You gave her to me because I was the only one who loved her. The only one who cared about her. The only one who would put up with her Alpo can deserving crap. And I remember I came home smiling. My mom asked me what was so amazing? I remember just saying Sally. And walking upstairs into my own little dream world. I had my own horse. And not just a horse, but it was Sally.
Sally came home on December 11 of 2008. That whole winter I bucketed water to you from the shower in the house to your paddock. Not once did I complain. I knew that was my job for you. To care for you. That spring I learned how to canter on you. And eventually I had my first fall off of you. I landed on my butt in a big mud puddle. You looked at me put your head down and turned away as if to say I can't believe I did that to you. When I went to get back on you there was no fight. You listened the rest of that whole ride. I swear every step you took was so careful. You were truly sorry.
If I asked almost all of you kids at the barn now, what would your dream horse be? Describe it for me. Im sure most of you would say a horse was good when you were riding it, not to lazy, but not to fiery, it wouldn't bite or kick. A perfect angel horse. Sally was none of these things never ONCE did any of us call Sally an "Angel" She bite she charged in the paddock, she was L A Z Y. But when she knew she wanted to canter she was fiery. No she wasn't the perfect mare.
I used to jump on Sally bareback after school somdays and ride her walk trot canter in her paddock. We even could jump ground poles.
These were my favorite memories of Sally. Because I knew she looked out for me. She would bite herself when she was ridden. Which was weird. She would buck. Refuse to move forward. Stomp. And back in circles (which was my favorite). As I said no one loved sally. No one but me. She was the dog food horse. That is what we called her to.

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Beautiful Heather...

She looks so very happy.