Recently I had to write a thank you letter. This letter is still on my computer waiting to be printed and set out. I am not looking forward to the day when I walk down to my mail box and slip that puppy in there.
I will be sharing this letter. I've been mulling this over for the last several days. Wondering if I should post it or not. I want to because I'm hoping I'll get some feed back. My main audience for this letter are two greedy human beings. I don't want to go into the nitty gritty because then I'd have to explain a lot about horses.
I'll make my next post on this journal thingy about my situation. But for now you get a thank you note to people I hate. The point of this letter is to store guilt and sympathy. I want to remind you I am a strong independent woman.
Dear Mr and Mrs Dickheads (I changed the names. twisted ))
First off I would like to thank you so much for allowing me to work with Spike for the couple months that I had him.
Spike was a joy to work with and he filled a hole that I never expected to be filled by him.
I would like to explain what I mean by how Spike filled a hole. I had a mentor that made a major impact on my life.
Her name was Rhonda. Rhonda had been my mentor and instructor in the art of horse back riding for around six plus years.
I looked up to her like she was a hero. She gave me one of her horses and his name was Rocky. You may remember Rocky
from when I was at your barn for a short period of time. Rocky was an asthmatic horse and I treasured him dearly because he was
given to me.
Rhonda developed breast cancer and battled with it for several years. I watched her struggle. I hoped and prayed for her to get better.
After several years of battle with cancer Rhonda lost. It broke my heart watching her struggle and it destroyed me when she died. I still had Rocky
and I treasured him even more worrying about him constantly. He was like a child and my best friend. We fit so well together our bond was special.
I could just hop on and ride him without really thinking of what I was doing and he would respond to my cues. If I asked for kisses when I was having
a bad day he would without question give me a peck on the cheek. A year after Rhonda died Rocky past away from something unknown.
The last year of his life had been hard. He had lost weight, developed cushiness disease and had also obtained an infection from rotten teeth. I had
a naive sense of hope that he would make it to a nice old age. But one day when I went to the barn to give him his medications, after putting him back.
I watched Rocky fall to the ground and watched my child, my mentors horse die in front of me. I will never forget that day and it is still clearly imprinted
in my mind.
I never thought I would find a horse like Rocky ever again. One day Barb had told me that someone was willing to let me barrow their horse so I could show.
Your horse Spike and I connected within the first week of working with each other. That horse took my breath away because of is sweet yet quirky personality. And his love for laziness.
We first did not see eye to eye but once I worked with him, listened and figured him out we became buddies. When I would call for him he would come. When
I would walk around the indoor arena without a lead line he would be tagging alone right behind me. We really connected with each other.
I would like to share my favorite moment with you about Spike. It was probably when I fell off him in the show ring. Spike had popped me off and I ended up going over his head.
the best thing that made my heart want to burst was when he had completely stopped and not moved after I fell. I did cry, from surprise, embarrassment and from thankfulness
that Spike did not leave me there alone in the dirt. I had done the same thing with Rocky while riding bareback. I had slipped off but he had stopped the moment I had fallen.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing Spike with him. I also want to say that I am sorry I was not there the day he was taken away. I had watched my
first horse leave me and I couldn't watch Spike be taken away. I would have cried and sobbed. Again thank you so much for sharing him with me. I had found hope in finding
a horse that could rival with my first love Rocky.
I would also like to comment that I do not share this story often. My story of Rhonda and Rocky. It is extremely personal to me but I shared it with both of you because
I wanted you to understand that Spike filled the hole that I had. He helped me out of a depression that I thought I would never leave. Spike is extremely special to me and
always will be.
Even though Spike has navicular disease he is the most wonderful horse. I would also like to give you the number of my farrier. He has worked on spike two times before
and he also knows Dr. Nelson. Chip Lake is a very VERY good farrier. I have had him do Rocky's hooves when Rocky was alive and I would trust him with any horse.
Chip already knows what Shoe Spike needs and how to trip his hooves. I suggest you call him as soon as possible explaining that someone else is using him and that you need to schedule
an appointment. Spike needs those shoes. If he does not have them his disease can grow more quickly. Navicular disease is not curable but if he is given cortisone shots to dull the pain
and shoes to prevent the disease from getting worse quicker Spike will be comfortable.
Again I can not stress enough how thankful I am. I thank God that Spike and I met. Deep down in my heart I wish I had more money so that I could pay for Spike. I wish
I had all he money in the world to give you for that horse but I just don't. I have thought of all the ways to try and pay for him. But I can't afford to give up my college money. I would
if I could. To me Spike is priceless with or without his disease. He will always be my second child.
Again thank you thank you thank you!
Sincerely
ME
 RadicalRosebud · Sun Aug 29, 2010 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments |
