Those of you who have been lurking here awhile may remember when I
used to post silly
stories of my lessons, beginning with the goofy TB, Junior. He was my first (real) experience with a lesson horse, including the whole traumatizing experience of my first fall and everything.
He was an adorable dude.
Was. He was put down this Sunday, as I found out when I had a make-up lesson today. Age, lingering effects of EPM, and a tumor were just too much.
Junebug baby, I'll always remember you. And not just because you scarred me for life in regards to cantering.