Sidste Ride Time

Today was my last riding hour and I was really worried that something would go wrong. I was also happy to ride, like always, but very, very sad at the same time about not coming again and ever seeing Fussie again. Fussie has meant so much for me and to pet her for the last time was one of the hardest things that I have ever done. She has always been there for me and it was just a very emotional moment to let her go for the last time. I love her so much!

The day started, with Sophie calling me and asking if I was coming. She said that there wasn't anyone there yet and wasn't sure if there was going to be a lesson. When we got there, the lot was filled up and there was a horse outside, and Bente was running around.

There was a competition next door, and the horse that was standing outside was in the competition. There was something with the back shoe, that had hit the front one and made it bleed. There was a bunch of people trying to help and it seemed a bit stressful. Bente said to me and Sophie that the horse was going to be okay and that we would have the riding lesson and we we should just saddle up.

Sigrid, Emilie, and a new little boy also came. We did dressage, jumped, galloped and did pony training. It was really fun! Afterwards, we went on a walk in the beautiful summer weather and when we came back, we rode without a saddle. It was one of the best riding hours I have had!

After awhile, Fussie began getting tired, and I just walked her around. I put her in the stable and let her eat, while I handed out some cake that I had baked myself in the moning. Stella and her friend, Sophie, enjoyed the cake, and enjoyed playing together upstairs, on the loft, with the kittens. We also gave Bente a bottle of whiskey (she loves whiskey!) and a card, thanking her for all of the things that she had taught me.

After our mini party, I went into Fussie and brushed her until she shined. I took my time, and petted her as well. At last, it was time to say a very, very hard goodbye. I walked her down to the field and let her go. I was then bombarded with a bunch of hugs, but not being able to stand it, I went into the pasture and went over to pet her. The other horses came over to help comfort me and it was very nice. I saw Fussie walk off for the last time, feeling proud, confident, happy, and older from everything that I have accomplished with her, but sad that I had to leave her and possibly never see her again.

Last pictures with Fussie here.