They say that warriors come back into the world as horses; they know the carnage of battle and will guide you through it. 
     Stanley, you were my warrior. You toughened me up, you strengthened, you empowered me. Even when I felt like I had notuing, that I was nothing, you were there. 
     The first time I rode you, I was a horribly rusty and ill-educated rider, and you were rusty and out of shape. I was so completely frustrated at our lack of chemistry and cohesion, I thought I had just got stuck with the worst horse/rider combination ever. I didn’t even think you liked me at all. You never got near me when I turned you out, you never nudged or walked close to me.
   As time went on, we did get better. I could handle your cynicism and snobbery more and more, and got to know your ways. Throughout all the amazing rides, the ok rides, and the horrid rides, I felt like there was hope.
    Then one day, I turned you out and stayed to hang out and watch. I walked around and sat in the shade, and then something amazing happened: you began to follow me. Like my own black stallion on the desolate beach shoreline, you became my shadow. That’s when love grew out of disdain.
    It has only been 7 months, and though I had moved on to other horses and competitions and training more, know this, my sweet: you were the spark. You were the fire, the catalyst, the beginning, something great. I owe it all to our growing pains, our connection, and your wisdom.
    Thank you for picking me up when I didn’t know it. Thank you for carrying me in all my inexperience to anywhere I wished. Thank you for teaching me forgiveness and perseverance. Thank you for…everything. I know you’ll be up there, free and uninhibited, like you loved to be. I wish I had known you longer, but as they say, don’t frown because it’s over, smile because it happened.
   I’m sorry I’m a mess. It’s hard. When I saw you for the last time, takin you in, wrapping my arms around your neck, smelling you, holding you…how do you let magic go? I’ve yet to learn how. But I guess I’ll have to now.
   I won’t ask you too much, just that you’ll check in on me from time to time, and give me guidance when I’m lost. I had to learn that sometimes you had the answer, not me, so I’m remembering that. It might be the end of our time together, but I’ll carry you in my soul. I promised forever, my friend, and I meant it. I love you more than there are words. 
   Till we meet again, somewhere only we know, farewell, my warrior.

They say that warriors come back into the world as horses; they know the carnage of battle and will guide you through it.

     Stanley, you were my warrior. You toughened me up, you strengthened, you empowered me. Even when I felt like I had notuing, that I was nothing, you were there.

     The first time I rode you, I was a horribly rusty and ill-educated rider, and you were rusty and out of shape. I was so completely frustrated at our lack of chemistry and cohesion, I thought I had just got stuck with the worst horse/rider combination ever. I didn’t even think you liked me at all. You never got near me when I turned you out, you never nudged or walked close to me.

   As time went on, we did get better. I could handle your cynicism and snobbery more and more, and got to know your ways. Throughout all the amazing rides, the ok rides, and the horrid rides, I felt like there was hope.

    Then one day, I turned you out and stayed to hang out and watch. I walked around and sat in the shade, and then something amazing happened: you began to follow me. Like my own black stallion on the desolate beach shoreline, you became my shadow. That’s when love grew out of disdain.

    It has only been 7 months, and though I had moved on to other horses and competitions and training more, know this, my sweet: you were the spark. You were the fire, the catalyst, the beginning, something great. I owe it all to our growing pains, our connection, and your wisdom.

    Thank you for picking me up when I didn’t know it. Thank you for carrying me in all my inexperience to anywhere I wished. Thank you for teaching me forgiveness and perseverance. Thank you for…everything. I know you’ll be up there, free and uninhibited, like you loved to be. I wish I had known you longer, but as they say, don’t frown because it’s over, smile because it happened.

   I’m sorry I’m a mess. It’s hard. When I saw you for the last time, takin you in, wrapping my arms around your neck, smelling you, holding you…how do you let magic go? I’ve yet to learn how. But I guess I’ll have to now.

   I won’t ask you too much, just that you’ll check in on me from time to time, and give me guidance when I’m lost. I had to learn that sometimes you had the answer, not me, so I’m remembering that. It might be the end of our time together, but I’ll carry you in my soul. I promised forever, my friend, and I meant it. I love you more than there are words.

   Till we meet again, somewhere only we know, farewell, my warrior.

They say that warriors come back into the world as horses; they know the carnage of battle and will guide you through it.

     Stanley, you were my warrior. You toughened me up, you strengthened, you empowered me. Even when I felt like I had notuing, that I was nothing, you were there.

     The first time I rode you, I was a horribly rusty and ill-educated rider, and you were rusty and out of shape. I was so completely frustrated at our lack of chemistry and cohesion, I thought I had just got stuck with the worst horse/rider combination ever. I didn’t even think you liked me at all. You never got near me when I turned you out, you never nudged or walked close to me.

   As time went on, we did get better. I could handle your cynicism and snobbery more and more, and got to know your ways. Throughout all the amazing rides, the ok rides, and the horrid rides, I felt like there was hope.

    Then one day, I turned you out and stayed to hang out and watch. I walked around and sat in the shade, and then something amazing happened: you began to follow me. Like my own black stallion on the desolate beach shoreline, you became my shadow. That’s when love grew out of disdain.

    It has only been 7 months, and though I had moved on to other horses and competitions and training more, know this, my sweet: you were the spark. You were the fire, the catalyst, the beginning, something great. I owe it all to our growing pains, our connection, and your wisdom.

    Thank you for picking me up when I didn’t know it. Thank you for carrying me in all my inexperience to anywhere I wished. Thank you for teaching me forgiveness and perseverance. Thank you for…everything. I know you’ll be up there, free and uninhibited, like you loved to be. I wish I had known you longer, but as they say, don’t frown because it’s over, smile because it happened.

   I’m sorry I’m a mess. It’s hard. When I saw you for the last time, takin you in, wrapping my arms around your neck, smelling you, holding you…how do you let magic go? I’ve yet to learn how. But I guess I’ll have to now.

   I won’t ask you too much, just that you’ll check in on me from time to time, and give me guidance when I’m lost. I had to learn that sometimes you had the answer, not me, so I’m remembering that. It might be the end of our time together, but I’ll carry you in my soul. I promised forever, my friend, and I meant it. I love you more than there are words.

   Till we meet again, somewhere only we know, farewell, my warrior.



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