God makes each individual to be something. Something that both He and them will like. I believe I was made to have an impact. I don't know if that will be an impact in dressage, around the world, or right here, in Portland, Maine. But I know I was made for greatness.
God's plans for Bella were different than what I had intended. God intended Bella's life for something that did not coincide with mine. I am on the fast track to showing dressage, joining a college equestrian team, and starting the journey of what I hope to be a beautiful life. I hoped Bella would be the mare that accompanied me on this journey, but unfortunately she is not. She will never see a show ground, the inside of a dressage ring, or move her feet in an attempt to defy gravity. She will keep her feet firmly planted on the ground and enjoy her days as a pleasure horse. Eating too much, and receiving enough love to fill any horse's heart. It's hard for me to believe that in ten years I will not be thinking about Bella as I am as I sit here tonight. Tonight the feelings are fresh, the emotions are oh so real. She is gone. My first horse turned out to be more of a tragedy than a love story. And I think what kills me most is the thought of forgetting her. Forgetting what an amazing mare she was. How she was so alive and happy. Such a joy to ride. No matter what I did, she always came right over to me. How she was so curious about everything, and wanted to smell and experience all kinds of new things. And lastly, how she never stopped loving, not once. I gave a part of my heart to her, and when she drove away tonight she took that piece with her.
