When you have spent half your life with someone or something they leave a big hole in your heart when they go. I started looking after Gold when I was 16 years old and at the age of 21 I was generously gifted him.
When I met him he was a gangly 4 year old 13.3hh Palomino Welsh cross pony and the sort of pony I had been dreaming about and begging my parents for the previous 10 years of my life! We rode miles together round the countryside just the 2 of us. Got bathed and dressed up to hack to the local shows and shared many a hour just chilling out together in the field. So a great bond between us grew.
He was with me through school, university, getting married (and divorced!). Re married and having my two children. He was with me through so much in my life. He was hugged when I was happy and had tears wept into his mane when I was sad. He was always there, always a constant source of companionship and friendship.
I lost him to a horrible colic at the age of 27. We shared 23 years of our lives together, such a huge part, and I still miss him just as much now.
It took me at least 3 years to get the hair that I had saved out of the drawer and actually make something from it. But now he is with me constantly, forever in my thoughts and tangibly touchable in the ring I wear.
