A short story about Buddy:
On the last day I rode with him, 12/7, I went out to the outdoor ring to bring him in for tacking. It was dark, and I couldn't see that well. When I entered the ring and shut the gate behind me, a couple of the other horses in the ring were standing right in front of me, as soon as I turned around, staring at me, probably trying to get out, or at least get my attention.
All of a sudden, they were spooked by something and scattered. And then there was Buddy walking up to me. He stopped a foot in front of me, head bowed and eyes and ears alert. He had snuck up on the other horses in front of me from behind, and lay claim to his rider.
The proudest moment of my short career as a rider came when I wasn't even in the saddle.
Buddy passed away this December.
So here's to you Buddy. You really were too good to me. Rest in peace.
On the last day I rode with him, 12/7, I went out to the outdoor ring to bring him in for tacking. It was dark, and I couldn't see that well. When I entered the ring and shut the gate behind me, a couple of the other horses in the ring were standing right in front of me, as soon as I turned around, staring at me, probably trying to get out, or at least get my attention.
All of a sudden, they were spooked by something and scattered. And then there was Buddy walking up to me. He stopped a foot in front of me, head bowed and eyes and ears alert. He had snuck up on the other horses in front of me from behind, and lay claim to his rider.
The proudest moment of my short career as a rider came when I wasn't even in the saddle.
Buddy passed away this December.
So here's to you Buddy. You really were too good to me. Rest in peace.
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