Saying Goodbye

Another Goodbye.

Change. It sucks mostly. I guess I really hold tight to things, places. Like Brittany. I had her since she was 2. I always knew she'd make a great brood mare, as she is beautifullly conformed, with a sweet and steadfast temperament. But i stubbornly held to the idea that I'd be able to make a good ride of her. Well... that dream's dead. It's over.
She was the horse that I bought while looking for the perfectly well trained animal for the weekend rider. The horse that was well trained and an easy rider. But, alas, her first years traumatized her and she never recovered thanks to halter training. But she served me well. I loved her the moment I saw her. That's why when I bought her, I didn't care if she was only 2 and not trained at all...and an Arabian. Over the years, we trail rode together. It was she who I rode on those long secluded weekends riding Minnesota state park trails camping with our motorhome. Then, I bought her niece, Krizmasha Kole. Brittany was Krizzy's mother's sister. That would make Krizzy Brittany's niece. I"ve had Brittany for 15 years. Wow. She's still beautiful. I get first dibs on her foal. Yay!