Let me start by saying that I went about 30 years without riding. The last 10+ years I spent support my youngest daughter while she rode and progressed in her skills. We didn’t have much money so I was always doing chores to help with board. About 10 years ago we got her the most wonderful mare I have ever known. She was 16 and had never done any dressage. My daughter trained her through 3rd level and got her bronze with her. When she had accomplished that I inherited this wonderful mare. I was officially a re rider.
I started taking weekly lessons with my daughter’s dressage trainer. For the past 5 years I’ve ridden at least 3 days a week and had a lesson most weeks. I became a real rider. My mare, Squash, was absolutely perfect for me to learn on. She was kind, forgiving, honest and always did wh!atever I asked to the best of her ability. When I started riding Squash I was scared as my OTTB had put fear in my heart with some very athletic, persistent bucking. Squash gave me my confidence back. Squash was perfect every single time I rode her. I love her beyond words. I will always treasure all that she has given me from the goodness of her heart.
A year ago she was diagnosed with high ringbone in both front fetlocks. With joint injections, equiox, Ichon, vitamin e and freedom shoes she was sound for about a year. Now the ringbone has progressed to the point that we cannot make her sound again. She must be retired.
I have plunged into the worst grief that I have ever experienced. At 67, riding and my lessons with Squash were my life. With Squash retired it feels like my life is over. It really feels as though she is dead although she isn’t. I have tried to find another horse to ride a couple days a week. On Monday I tried a horse but we weren’t a good fit. I cried all the way home. I thought that I didn’t want to ride if I couldn’t ride Squash. Even if I found another unicorn like Squash I am currently supporting 3 retired horses. There simply is no money to purchase or lease another horse. And then there’s the reality that I could search high and low and never find another horse who could compare to Squash.
If you’ve read all this, thank you. I thought that this might be a place where others might understand the depth of my grief. It truly feels like my life is over.