A handful of Cash
I was in Lewes the other day and the drive home took me past the area where I got Cash from four years ago. When I met him there he was a very anxious little guy, very difficult to catch and not responding to any of the work that people were doing with him.
Now it's years since I tried sitting on the little guy and when I last did it hurt pretty badly for some time afterwards, so he has no practical use at all. But when I got home and he was his usual friendly, confident, self coming over with his nostrils fluttering in a happy little whicker and demanding hugs and scratchies it did my heart a lot of good to see him. Everything about him is different these days and he is the most happy and helpful ( not actually helpful, but quite convinced he is helpful ) of ponies, about as fine of a friend horse as a person could wish for.
It's only one small life of a daft and adorable creature, but it's a life that has been improved by my being here. That counts for something.
Now it's years since I tried sitting on the little guy and when I last did it hurt pretty badly for some time afterwards, so he has no practical use at all. But when I got home and he was his usual friendly, confident, self coming over with his nostrils fluttering in a happy little whicker and demanding hugs and scratchies it did my heart a lot of good to see him. Everything about him is different these days and he is the most happy and helpful ( not actually helpful, but quite convinced he is helpful ) of ponies, about as fine of a friend horse as a person could wish for.
It's only one small life of a daft and adorable creature, but it's a life that has been improved by my being here. That counts for something.