Ok, where do I start? I posted Just a thought last night, because I felt that each day should be lived as if if were your last. The reasn for this is sometimes it is.
I awoke on Wdenesday morning to a beautiful carpet of snow! I do so love snow. It took me longer than normal to clear my vehicle of snow and go to the yard later than usual around 6.30am. I followed my usual routine, made up three feeds, gave my boy his breakfast, gave the little arab across the way his and trundled across the yard to my two ponies. I got to their stables heard a whinny and thought nothing, switched on the light but things just did not seem right. I looked over the door and thought Penny was still asleep, I called to her, but she did not wake. I really cannot remember much more, apart from the fact that I was hysterical. A lovely lady on my yard called the YO and told me to go and sort my boy out.
I still could not believe my pony was dead. This was the worst day of my life. So much so that it has taken me since las Wednesday to tell you about it. Had to have a PM done for the insurance which concluded that it was a a twisted gut, colic, but I find this hard to believe, there was no evidence of a stuggle, it looked like she had just fallen over.
I said my goodbyes, as did most of the yard, taht is how much she was loved by us all. My YO sorted all the nasty technicalities for me, for which I am grateful. What a fab chap he is.
This lovely pony is sadly missed by her child riders, and by her Mummy who did everything for her. She so touched all of our hearts and I know that I will struggle to replace her. It was such a shock, my last memory of her was my three year old riding her into the stable then changing her rug for her pyjamas! She was ok at 10pm but between then and 6.30 she died.
Here is Penny when we were so lucky to have had her even if only for 9 months. The day we brought her home.
Here she is at our first show
In my kitchen having her feet clean traxed!
Her first ride with Louis!
First hack out!
Last pic taken two weeks ago in my garden!
She was such a special pony. Whilst she was my childrens pony, I waited 25 years for her, but only got to spend 9 months with her.
I jsut want to say, thank you Penny for eveything you have taught me, thank you for the love you gave me, especialy when you always turned back and smiled at me every night when I went home. Thankyou for looking after Louis all summer and for looking after Emily wheneve she rode you. You are so much missed.
This message is to celebrate her life not to mourn her death. I have struggled to write this post, as have been bottling up my feelings but need to let go.
RIP my beautiful girl, you were so loved and sill be so missed, my Penny Pony
