I want to tell you all about this horse
IDs: three pictures of a beautiful bay horse with a white blaze and a purple halter /end IDs
Her actual name was pretty distinctive, but I mostly called her Coco or pretty girl. We were the same age. I started riding her when we were about 14 or 15, she'd been my uncle's and he was moving away.
I fell in love with her immediately.
I learned to ride bareback before I learned with a saddle, but when I started riding her I hadn't ridden without a saddle in years. Then one day I couldn't use the saddle. I told her I was nervous and asked her to please not let me fall. She snorted and shook her head, and true to her word, I didn't fall off for I think it was a year. (Then I fell rather spectacularly into a small tree.)
She loved to run. Sometimes I couldn't catch her because she kept running away. It was incredibly frustrating, but the good part is that when I rode her, I knew she wanted me to. Sometimes we'd go on the trail, and she'd walk so fast we outpaced the other horses in moments. I could feel her panting, but she wouldn't slow down- if I asked her to stop, she'd stop and then charge on. Other times we'd just go out, find a hill, and race up it. She had wings on her feet, just like the Phantom from Misty of Chincoteague.
On our last ride, we won a race against some friends. One minute thirty-two seconds.
I almost never rode her with a saddle. Usually a bridle, but sometimes I didn't want to bother, so I just used her lead rope. I trusted this horse with my life, I could lie down on her, ride backwards, text or take photos while riding, pretty much whatever the hell I wanted. She knew humans Just Do Crazy Stuff Sometimes. She was smart, you know? I could ride her reinless, even. I wasn't confident enough of that to ever ride her fully liberty, but I could drop the reins and steer with only my legs. Mostly she listened. It was really fun to show off.
Once, she tried kidnapping me. We went on a trail that had a little loop at the end. We finished the loop, got back to the main trail, and she didn't head home- she went back to do the loop again. The other riders with us worried. I nearly fell off from how hard I was laughing.
Her summer coat this year was way too thick. I clipped her for the first and only time this summer and then went on a trail ride with her and two others. Coco loved the new lack of fur. The other girls said they thought I was going to die. I didn't mind much being nearly run into so many trees, I was laughing the whole way.
Anytime I actually started to fall off her, though, she always slowed and stopped. I could never manage to haul myself back on, but at least I could drop from a standing still horse onto my feet instead of tumbling from a moving horse.
She learned how to steal carrots from my pocket. I have it on video.
She was smart, sweet, gorgeous, careful, fast, determined, and funny. I progressed so much while I was riding her and I didn't really notice, I just wanted to spend time with her.
She colicked yesterday and was gone before we got there. I have a lock of her mane now. I'm not quite sure what I'll do with it.
I miss her so much.
My beautiful girl. You deserved many more years than you got. I wish I could have petted your nose as you grew old, and given you carrots in your retirement. I wish I'd been forewarned, I wish I could have prepared, I wish I'd seen it coming. I wish you could have had one more September, one more apple, one more winged run up that hill, but I know it would never have been enough to keep my heart whole.
May your heaven be filled with more apples than you could possibly eat, hills that last as long as you want to run, and may your memory always be a blessing to everyone you knew. I know it is to me.
(ID: side view of Coco from the cheek up, ears pricked, wearing a silver baseball cap backwards /end)
I love you.
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Being a Woman
Magic happens inside you,
A baby grows, it's true.
Strong and special, a wonder to see,
A gift to the world, wild and free.
But sometimes it's hard, it's true,
The world's made by others, not you.
But you're strong, like a mighty oak,
You can do anything, that's no joke!
You're a creator, a wonder of life,
Face the world with courage and might.
You're special and loved, in every way,
Shine your light, come what may.
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Disclaimer: Google Gemini and I cooked up this little rhyme!
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