There’s not much I’ve left unsaid about my heart horse, Visa. He passed away unexpectedly on April 17, 2012 and I’ve missed his blaze face and little curved ears every day since. Even in death, he taught me so much about love and life — it’s a debt I will never, ever be able to repay.
I’m slammed at work, and way behind on gathering media from the horse show… so you’ll have to wait just a little bit longer for the epic New Vocations Charity Show recap. In the meantime, I thought I’d talk about my type. I’m sure you’ve had conversations with your friends about the ‘type’ of guys you usually like: their look, their personality. And if you’re an equestrian, you’ve had the same conversation about your horses. I didn’t really think I had a type (and admittedly, my sample size is pretty small considering I’ve only ever owned two horses)… but looking at these pictures, I can’t deny it. I most definitely have a type.
Four years gone, yet on this day it seems time stops for me. I remember your blaze, and the way your ears curved in at the top. I remember the light in your eyes when you saw jumps set in the arena. I remember the first crossrail we jumped after your injury and how I’d never felt happiness so complete before. I remember your choppy little trot, but your smooth canter. I remember the feel of your ride, different than any other. I remember the freedom, the courage and the pride you instilled in me. But most of all, I remember your heart and all that you gave to a teenage girl. I’ll always miss you, Visa.
I can hardly believe it’s been three years since my first horse, Visa, passed away unexpectedly in the middle of the night. I really miss him and there’s still a hole in my heart where he used to be. I was always grateful to have him in my life, but sometimes you don’t realize just what you have until it’s gone. Visa was my horse of a lifetime and I didn’t know it until he wasn’t around anymore. I’ve often wondered if I’ll ever find another one as special as he was.
Today, my old red man would have been 22. It’s hard to think about all of the things he never got to do or experience — like the fact that he never got to visit my current boarding barn or meet my current trainer. My BFF never got to ride him and my DH never got to take him on a trail ride. Even though Visa was semi-retired, I still had plans, hopes and dreams for us. But none of that ever became reality. Instead, I have a new red horse who’s filling those impossibly large steel shoes.