So what happens now? It’s a question I’ve been asked a lot this week and one I ask myself as well. First off, I need to heal. Losing Caprice so suddenly feels like I’ve been hit by a truck and I don’t think the reality has begun to sink in yet.
A wise friend gave me some great advice: “Don’t be sad that it’s over; be happy that it happened.” I’m both, and that’s ok.
I always said after Caprice I wouldn’t get another horse, that it would be time to be financially responsible and maybe just take lessons or find a part board. That’s definitely an option. But I also had no intention of getting another horse after retiring Gus, and the universe sent me Caprice less than a day after he left!
So if the universe wants to send me another super safe schoolmaster that’s ready to step down but not ready to retire...or really any super safe dressage horse suitable for two middle-aged ammies with lots of love to give but no budget...I probably wouldn’t say no
And just like that, the dream is over.
I can’t even believe I’m typing this but we lost Caprice today after a devastating colic. Our barn staff were all simply amazing, and our vets did a great job stabilizing her so we could safely get her to Guelph, but there was really nothing they could do.
My heart is broken and my mind is just numb from shock right now, and it hasn’t begun to sink in. But she had the most wonderful, long, and pampered life and was happy, healthy and loved her job literally right up to her last day. I only had a year with her but it was the best year ever.
Run free my love, you were one in a million
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I'm a middle-aged, overweight, rusty re-rider who refuses to let any of that get in the way of my passion for dressage.