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Good bye beloved Trump-It
Nov. 16th, 2011 05:31 pmTrump-It
I loved you from the first moment I set eyes on you, back in the spring of 1995 at the cross country schooling day. That was shortly before Pretzel went lame, and you were very new to people. About a month later, I was horseless, and you were for sale. Although not anywhere near what I was looking for, I went and tried you anyway. At 5 years old and only 4 months under saddle, nonetheless I really liked what I saw and felt. Then you looked into my eyes and said clear as day "don't you remember me?" There was no question, you carried Paleface's soul. (that would be a much longer story) I promised you a forever home this time. I kept that promise. I wanted you to be an event horse. You were a careful and scopey jumper. You had correct and athletic movement. But something always held you back, especially ditches and water. You had an odd spook. It took a while, but we finally figured out that you didn't see very well. Maybe that's why you weren't afraid the day we saw the bear cubs in the woods. Once you figured out what we were asking, you really liked all the dressage we did. That was a safe place for you. Later on, as you learned to trust us humans, you showed other people the joys of eventing. You brought my daughter up from the cross-rail ranks to novice. You had fun with Ann. You gave us all great back rubs. I remember you eating my salad, and Alice's black raspberry ice cream. Your soft nose was great for kissing, and you even kissed back. Best of all, you had that attitude of "wherever we are, here we are." I could take you anywhere and you'd still be that quiet, unflappable, steady boy. I rode you bareback a lot, and I still remember the first time, when you spooked as I was trying to get on, and I landed on my butt. We took is slower and more controlled and eventually you learned to enjoy the bareback rides, especially the ones with no tack at all. Trump, you came to me with "Stall #4" on your coggins and came away with names like Noodle and Thing 2, Handsome Man, and finally Old Man. In the very end, I held you, hoping the pain would subside, but the medicine didn't help. I took you out to the far end and you laid down and waited for the end. You made it easy for us, thank you. In my heart you remain always loved.
( a couple of photos )
I loved you from the first moment I set eyes on you, back in the spring of 1995 at the cross country schooling day. That was shortly before Pretzel went lame, and you were very new to people. About a month later, I was horseless, and you were for sale. Although not anywhere near what I was looking for, I went and tried you anyway. At 5 years old and only 4 months under saddle, nonetheless I really liked what I saw and felt. Then you looked into my eyes and said clear as day "don't you remember me?" There was no question, you carried Paleface's soul. (that would be a much longer story) I promised you a forever home this time. I kept that promise. I wanted you to be an event horse. You were a careful and scopey jumper. You had correct and athletic movement. But something always held you back, especially ditches and water. You had an odd spook. It took a while, but we finally figured out that you didn't see very well. Maybe that's why you weren't afraid the day we saw the bear cubs in the woods. Once you figured out what we were asking, you really liked all the dressage we did. That was a safe place for you. Later on, as you learned to trust us humans, you showed other people the joys of eventing. You brought my daughter up from the cross-rail ranks to novice. You had fun with Ann. You gave us all great back rubs. I remember you eating my salad, and Alice's black raspberry ice cream. Your soft nose was great for kissing, and you even kissed back. Best of all, you had that attitude of "wherever we are, here we are." I could take you anywhere and you'd still be that quiet, unflappable, steady boy. I rode you bareback a lot, and I still remember the first time, when you spooked as I was trying to get on, and I landed on my butt. We took is slower and more controlled and eventually you learned to enjoy the bareback rides, especially the ones with no tack at all. Trump, you came to me with "Stall #4" on your coggins and came away with names like Noodle and Thing 2, Handsome Man, and finally Old Man. In the very end, I held you, hoping the pain would subside, but the medicine didn't help. I took you out to the far end and you laid down and waited for the end. You made it easy for us, thank you. In my heart you remain always loved.
( a couple of photos )
