I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.
The only difference being I think I know what I’m getting. I have picked out my present and he will be delivered this morning in a two ton trailer. It has been months since I have ridden a horse, having lost the horse of my dreams in the Fall of last year.
I purchased Takuba , a 17 H gorgeous dark bay thoroughbred, straight off the race track fifteen years ago. He had raced the day before I bought him and was truly an impressive presence. When we unloaded him at the farm he backed off the trailer quickly and awed the small gathering by rearing up on his hind legs. There was no doubt Takuba had arrived and would soon be king of the pasture and find a place in everyone’s hearts.
When he crossed the rainbow bridge to perpetually greener pastures, I felt a part of me die.
Over the next few months, I frequently replayed the events leading to his death. I wondered over and over, if I could have saved him. If only, I had noticed something was wrong with him sooner. I found myself unable to think of him without crying and came to realize he was truly not replaceable.
I wondered how life would be if I never rode again.
After awhile, I looked at a few horses and I volunteered for a thoroughbred horse charity. It is a great organization which takes horses done with their racing careers, retrains them and finds homes for them. Without the efforts of CANTER and other rescue groups, many beautiful horse would meet with terrible suffering, neglect or slaughter.
It was great to be around horses again, but I still longed for my special connection, that special stable relationship.
Yesterday afternoon with little hope, I called about an ad for a recently retired thoroughbred horse. I drove out to see this horse fearing that this would be another disappointing endeavor. I imagined my self driving home once again with tears in my eyes remembering old times with the horse of my dreams.
Amazingly, I found myself driving home filled with emotion of a mixture of excitement and apprehension. A horse named Steven’s Gift caught my eye and my heart.
I know he will not be a replacement for Takuba, but hopefully the start of another chance at a very special stable relationship.
This blog will follow Steven’s Gift and I as we train together to capture that special magic only felt by horse and rider as they capture moments when they work as one.




