Some background I started helping my neighbor with his horses in 2016, I moved to Florida in late 2018, but still visited every few months (cause my moms till lives there)
During that time I became very attached to a little palomino quarter horse mare named Blondie (the one in my picture) she was a shy horse with one eye but we bonded. For some unexplainable reason after he first got her she would kick everyone else but trusted me.
Over the years I taught her the basics of ground handling (she was a tamed but untaught 2 year old in 2016) and though she never got broke I didn’t care, I didn’t need to ride her I loved just hanging out with her.
She got me though my best friends passing, almost dying myself, life changing situations, my dogs passing, and depression.
To make a long story short I last saw her in January. Nothing out of the ordinary and the goodbye was a “see you later!”
When I came back in March, I found out the horrible news that she had a freak pasture accident and broke her leg and was put to sleep.
I spent the rest of the time with a yearling to get my mind off of it. But now I’m about to go back again and it hurts. It hurts so much. I want that little one eyed palomino waiting for me…