It's hard to think that you were once mine. That I could go to the barn everyday and see you. That I owned a horse that I could ride. It's a funny thing; time. How it flies by and makes you forget things you never thought you would. How I don't remember the little things. But I do know this. I miss you. I miss how calm you were in every situation. I miss how I could take you on trail rides, or do dressage, or even drive you. You could do everything. I miss seeing your face in the paddock when I drive in. I miss you walking up to me, and I think most of all I miss how happy I was after a good ride. I didn't think I was lucky that I got you, but I realize now how wrong I was. I wish more than anything you didn't have arthritis, because you would have been an awesome dressage horse.
Every new thing I do with Duncan I can't help but think of what we would have been doing if you had just been okay. And a part of me is angry that I never got to have that time with you, and a part of me is heartbroken that you couldn't do it. I wish you were here Bella.
