A Horse’s Life

I  have always been around horses, the earliest time I was around horses was when I was 4 years old and my dad and I rode a black horse known only as “Blackie”, he was a stud and very wild when he wanted to be. I have never been scared on a horse and even when I have gotten thrown a couple times  and  that does not even deter me from riding again. I have always been told that if you fall off you get back up and get back on. I  have  always lived by that mentality and true to preach that to the rest of the family. My parents would get me my first horse when I was 12, so at that time Peanuts was 2 years old, which is the best time to start breaking him and training him to be a great horse. I  rode him with a saddle and without, being thrown left and right and up against trees. I mean I am tied to this horse like crazy, mind, body and soul. I say this because at some point in my life I was tested or something, but there have always been many people that have hated me for me. At some point when I was  home by myself and I decided I would help out my parents and wanted to give my horse a bath, but I was unaware of how cold  the water was and well my horse  reacted and jumped the fence and was hanging from the barb wire by his hind leg and I had to act fast. Once I got him untangled I had  to administer first aid since his hoof was bleeding. I then called my dad and my mom and they rushed in and they took him to the clinic and my mom wanted to save him no matter the price and after that I would help to rehabilitate him back into being a horse again. Well one that is proud to say that they are mine, but never did I give up on him. Of  course  months of casts and then getting into running and eventually riding again. Unfortunately he had this stutter in his step  that made him more susceptible to tripping and rolling forward with me on the saddle. Of  course in the years to come someone decided to come after me  again and I finally felt that fear of being crushed by a 1800 lb. animal. Yes I was squished, but I survived and ended  up  with a broken collar bone  after the roll and getting home. Even after  this happened I still rode horses no matter what, because I do not take no for an answer. After leaving for the Army there would be years that I would not ride, but my parents would be the ones that would take care of my companion. Of course the older they got the harder it was to ride and eventually Peanuts would retire, especially  after Pepper was killed. My birthday has always been on the first of May and I really feel that he did not want to die on my day and waited  as long as he could.  So he died 2 days  later on the 3rd of May and I know that it was in peace and I know  that he is still there for me. Our spirits are intertwined,  so I will see him again. I will always miss you Peanuts or like I called him sometimes “Mister Nuts”. Love you always and you are in my heart. Thank you for letting me grow with you, letting age and grow with you in every aspect that affected both of our lives. My spirit horse is gone and when it’s about to all end I hope that Peanuts is the one that I see rather than the white horse.