my cavalier
by cheryl marlo
It began when i was 14 and my mom told me i could lease a horse.We wen to a local hck stable and there he was,i leased him for 3 months and my mom said i could own my own horse.We look at other horses but none even cmpared to cav,so i told her i wanted cavalier.That day he became mine (it was my 15 bithday).He was skinny and loked horriable but loved him.We moved him to a better stable and he started to gain weight and get stronger.I started out rding western but wanted to learn to jump.I wasscared cav wouldnt know how to jump,but he did,and did it great.I took lessons and started showing. First in equitation,ten in high jumpers,he ws great.I remember one day my friends horse came up lame and she needed a horse to do her last class with.I said use cav,he wouldnt eveb jump one fence for her lol.I then knew he only did what he did because he loved me as much as i loved him.We use to dance,With m on his back he would prance aroundand hen i gave him the cue he would buck.We would play tag in the paddock,he would chase after eandnodge me with his nose and turn around and run the other way.In the winter we would hae snow all fights and go on long trail rides through the winter wonder land.I was lucky enough to marrie a wonderful man ad have a child of my own,we bought a house with enough acers and cav finally came home.This love affair went on for the 14 years i hadhim,i remember the night before he died,i went out to feed dinner,he was his normal self,we played tag gave himhis feed a kiss a hug told him i love him and i was lucky to have him and went in for the night.The next morning i went out to feed ad he was just laying there he was gone,i calledthe vet and found out he had a brain tummer,People say you are lucky if once in your life you meet a horse and the two of you truely click,well i consider myself very lucky to have had a wonderful horse,teacher (he taught me everything i know about riding) and friend.My dearest cavalier passed way on december 18th at the age of 28 i will miss him and never forget him.
Comments would be appreciated by the author, cheryl marl