I keep having dreams about a pony that I never owned. He was the first horse I ever had a real hand in training, and he was the first to make me understand the term “heart horse”.
Aladdin was a 5-year-old ConnemaraxQH cross who had been under saddle for about a month when I met him in 2009. I took him over his first jump course and to his first schooling show. He never made it to a real off-farm show - he was too nervous, too sensitive and scared.
I loved that pony more than I had ever loved anything until I got my mare. He had precisely none of my ideal criteria - he was a gelding, only 14.2hh, not a TB, etc - but he was perfect. My instructor called him mine. Everyone called him mine. She told me that I could buy him for $3000. I was saving up when he vanished without a trace while I was away at college. My instructor had the gall to say she didn’t know I wanted him, and never would have sold him to me because he was never going to be a show pony.
I’ve been looking for years. The last time I saw him - the last time anyone saw him, for all I’ve been able to find - was in October of 2011. I don’t know where he is. I don’t know if I’ll ever know where he is. But I have never gotten over losing that little horse.
So my question is this: how do I cope with losing something I never had?