I really don’t know where to start. I wish I could have been there when you’re leg broke in half. I wish I could have been there when they had to put you down. But most of all, I really wish I could have said good bye. It’s times like these that really make you think about everyone and everything in life. You think about the good, the bad, the times you know you tried you best, the times you wish you could have done more, the moments when you were put down, the moments when you aimed for the sky and showed them all. You think about everything. The thing is, most of us would love to go back and change a few things, but me… Well, I wouldn’t change a thing. I wouldn’t change the day I met you, the day I knew you were special, the day I began to love you and the day that you left us all. Saying that is hard because I’m acknowledging the fact that you’re gone.
I’m sure that some might be devastated you’re gone, but I’m not. I’m sad yes, and I’ve been crying, but only because I miss you already. You were not meant to be a 4th level Dressage horse, or a 1.60m show jumper. You were put here on this earth to touch people’s hearts. And that’s exactly what you did.
I remember the first time I heard about Zoe. My mom’s friend had mentioned that she had just rescued 3 horses from abandonment and starvation. I begged my mom to take me up to see them that evening, and so she did.(photo 1) It was only their second day there. King was the worst off, due to his age, he had the worst time trying to keep up his weight. He was skin and bone. Then there was Dean, Dean wasn’t as bad as King, but still had major weight loss and his eye was infected and tissue was started to form on it. And then there was Zoe. The little mare was also majorly underweight. All three horses had some shoes missing and the shoes that were still intact had hoof grown around them. The horses were left in a small pasture and starved throughout winter. No food, no water, except for what the rain left them.
I remember being there all day every day in the summer just grooming and grazing her. I remember the first time I started to teach her how to give a ‘hug’. (photo 2) I remember the first time she was ridden in months by me. (photo 3) I remember walking her for two weeks(photo 4) until she was ready to trot, canter and eventually jump. (photo5&6) I remember going on our first trail ride. (photo 7) I remember teaching her how to go tackless with me. (photo 9) I remember having a couple photo shoots with her and my friends. (photo 8) I remember it all. Farewell friend, I will always love you and never forget you. (photo 10)
This was in ‘11. The first photo I was proud of when I was just starting out with Photography. I’m still proud of it. c:
The unedited version of my favourite photo from that shoot. This is my friend and one of our rescues, Zoe.