sad times

To give a quick recap to how Sampson, the crazy white pony came into my life,  was a complete fluke. Sampson was basically dropped off at our house many years ago and was a beaten down, rugged, menace of a horse, that I soon fell in love with. He was such rotten horse, he escaped, kicked, bite, would drag you all around. But aside from all those faults, he by far had the most character and heart from any horse I have ever seen. After a few years went by Sampson had become  my horse, and what made him so special was the immediate connection we had, and how I could always see past his bad habits. I started working with him consistently and of course his naughty behavior never left, because that was just who he was. While, he could still compete at the highest level of showing. This horse truly taught me how to ride because he was so difficult yet so giving. He was such a versatile horse, we could go from messing around at home, to winning the blue ribbon at a high end horse show. Sampson was one of a kind and I can honestly say he was my one and only heart horse of a lifetime. We never really knew Sampson’s background before he came to my house because of how little information we were given at the time. I actually was never even certain on his real age. But after 7 long memorable years of growing up with the best horse, the unthinkable happened. Sampson began to get very sick, to the point he was having a hard time walking. We ended up bring him to the emergency veterinary clinic of New England. Where we then found out Sampson had been diagnosed with cancer that had spread all throughout his body. The cancer was too invasive to stop, leaving us with one option, euthanization. We were able to bring Sampson home for the last couple days of his life, that I spent with him, brushing and caring for him in his favorite spot, the pasture. Sampson had lived out there his whole life we owned him, he hated to be in the barn locked in a stall. Sampson loved it outside no matter what season it was, he loved to be free and run around. When the day finally came to put him down, it was by far the worst day I have ever experienced. I was a wreck and just could not wrap my head around that it was happening. I could not figure out why this would happen to us when we had something so special, it just was not fair. As I was in complete heartache my sister began to help me by telling me to think of all the good memories. Like how he would always buck everyone off except for me, and how he was such a bad horse, yet the most special horse we have ever come across. I could not help myself but laugh at the time. The memories were too good to not smile about, even though the worst thing was happening. Those laughable memories is what kept me together and make me feel lucky to have experienced a horse like Sampson, instead of think about how he was gone. Like I said, his favorite place was the pasture. Sampson was buried there where today he is probably running around and enjoying a big grassy pasture. To give a quick recap to how sampson, the crazy white pony came into my life,  was a complete fluke. Sampson was basically dropped off at our house many years ago and was a beaten down, rugged, menace of a horse, that I soon fell in love with. He was such rotten horse, he escaped, kicked, bite, would drag you all around. But aside from all those faults, he by far had the most character and heart from any horse I have ever seen. After a few years went by Sampson had become  my horse, and what made him so special was the immediate connection we had, and how I could always see past his bad habits. I started working with him consistently and of course his naughty behavior never left, because that was just who he was. While, he could still compete at the highest level of showing. This horse truly taught me how to ride because he was so difficult yet so giving. He was such a versatile horse, we could go from messing around at home, to winning the blue ribbon at a high end horse show. Sampson was one of a kind and I can honestly say he was my one and only heart horse of a lifetime. We never really knew Sampson’s background before he came to my house because of how little information we were given at the time. I actually was never even certain on his real age. But after 7 long memorable years of growing up with the best horse, the unthinkable happened. Sampson began to get very sick, to the point he was having a hard time walking. We ended up bring him to the emergency veterinary clinic of New England. Where we then found out Sampson had been diagnosed with cancer that had spread all throughout his body. The cancer was too invasive to stop, leaving us with one option, euthanization. We were able to bring Sampson home for the last couple days of his life, that I spent with him, brushing and caring for him in his favorite spot, the pasture. Sampson had lived out there his whole life we owned him, he hated to be in the barn locked in a stall. Sampson loved it outside no matter what season it was, he loved to be free and run around. When the day finally came to put him down, it was by far the worst day I have ever experienced. I was a wreck and just could not wrap my head around that it was happening. I could not figure out why this would happen to us when we had something so special, it just was not fair. As I was in complete heartache my sister began to help me by telling me to think of all the good memories. Like how he would always buck everyone off except for me, and how he was such a bad horse, yet the most special horse we have ever come across. I could not help myself but laugh at the time. The memories were too good to not smile about, even though the worst thing was happening. Those laughable memories is what kept me together and make me feel lucky to have experienced a horse like Sampson, instead of think about how he was gone. Like I said, his favorite place was the pasture. Sampson was buried there where today he is probably running around and enjoying a big grassy pasture.

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