he came to my farm wild and flighty and untamed. he was a ball of dynamite, a big horse in a little package. i trained him to ride and then my daughter took over and used him for gaming. with his fiery spirit, he was well suited for that and did us proud over the years. all of my kids rode the132 package named prince but called sunshine or monkeyshine, depending on his mercurial mood. several 4-h kids also competed with him when my daughter out grew him. we have many stories connected with him but the one that stirs me the most was when my horse, majesty, died. i was distraught and weeping that day but the other horses and ponies still needed cared for. as i crossed the barn yard, prince started to do his usual dodge-um you cant catch me maneuver which he never outgrew. but suddenly he stopped and just looked at me. i walked right up to him and hugged him while weeping. he curled his neck around me and hugged me hard and just held me. well tonight my tears are for him. our much loved fireball has crossed the rainbow bridge at 41 years of age. prince... you were one prince of a pony.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 02:08:28 +0000
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