Ode to Angie

Angie. The only horse my grandpa kept consistently throughout my entire life. She was older than me, in fact. Good old sweet quarter horse, a beautiful red dun. Never threw nobody, and liked to run up steep hills. The last season I rode her was in 2012. Although my grandpa never said it I knew in my heart that summer would be the last time she'd have a saddle on her. She was old and it was time for her to retire. She spent the next year grazing in the pasture, and when winter came there was talk of putting her down. I prayed my grandpa wouldn't do it, but I knew it would be the best for her. I knew my grandpa couldn't stand to see her suffer through another winter. 25 years old. Horrible arthritis had taken over her. My mom called and told me today was the day, my grandpa had finally decided to do it, and just like that Angie was gone, put to rest from all her worldly cares.

I always said that my love for horseback riding began in the saddle of that horse, and I know that it will continue, a love for those creatures deeply embedded in my heart. I'm gonna miss you Angie.

 

 

 

 

 

RIP old gal.