Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Remembering Gogo - Four Years Later


Four years have gone by since I lost Gogo. Four years applying the salve of time really does do wonders for your hurts. When you lose something that dear to you, it may feel like you'll be never okay again, but someday you will be. You won't ever be the same again, but you will feel much better in time.



Gogo's death changed everything. Losing her was utterly worst-case-scenario for me. When I lost Metro to his massive suspensory injury, I vowed to make sure that the next one I found was the soundest, nicest horse I could find. I looked for the better part of a year before I found Gogo. I traveled around the country. I turned horses with iffy prepurchases down. Gogo ended up being right around the corner from where I was living in PA at the time, and her prepurchase was immaculate save for her one clubbier foot. She needed a lot of training but otherwise she was a clean slate. I was convinced nothing would ever happen to her. I was very careful with her. When she did injure herself, I spent every waking moment carefully bringing her back, obsessing over her care. I successfully brought her back twice, only to have her reinjure twice. Two years of failed rehab later, and everything I had hoped for, everything I had struggled to keep all fell apart. Despite everything, everything I did, I still lost her. Gogo was everything to me - the only thing that mattered - and losing her left me completely shellshocked. She factored into every major life decision I made. She was the only thing I cared about. At the time, I described losing her as being forcefully cut in half, with the remaining piece of me being thrown back out into the world to try and relearn how to live again. 

And I did learn. And I did change. Everything is different now and a lot has happened in the four years since I lost her. I've been around a lot tragedy in my life, and seen a lot of extremely gross and gruesome deaths, but Gogo's death stands out in my mind as the worst. She died peacefully and quietly, but it was the hardest for me to deal with. Every death after hers has been easier for me to process - including the deaths of my two elderly dogs - I think because Gogo's just left me utterly shellshocked and completely rattled. When you do everything in your power to make sure something never happens again, and that thing *still* happens despite being 100% nonstop obsessed with trying to prevent it... it changes you. I think it's part of the reason I have as many equines as I do now - having several at once takes the intense focus off of just one. Looking back this far out, I can say that I think the burning total involvement that I gave to Gogo was not totally healthy for me. Then again, I think part of the reason I've not seen the same kind of success since is because I don't have the same kind of crazed maniacal fire directed exclusively at one animal. Although, now that I think about it, I *have* had a lot of success with O and have a good 30 or so blue and red and yellow (and one sad white) ribbons hanging on the wall, including two Reserve Champ and three Champion ribbons, which is three more Champion ribbons than I ever won with Gogo. So, maybe I am wrong there. I don't know. 


But I am different now. I put a lot of time and resources into my business, which takes away some of my pony obsession time. I am not quite as young and limber as I was ten years ago, and now at the age of 30 I realize that I only have one body and I need to make it last the rest of my life. I smashed it up pretty good when I was younger and never thought anything of it, but I've started to realize that I am not quite so bulletproof anymore. Some days I am too tired and sore to ride or drive at all. That was definitely not a problem when I had Gogo - I would just bounce up and go. I wonder, would these things all be the same if Gogo was still here and I didn't have any other horses? I don't really know. 

It isn't something I dwell on though, with her or any other lost thing in my life. I don't see much reason to play the what-if? game with myself. I played it when Gogo died - what if I had done this different? Or this? Or changed this? Or not done this? And in the end, none of that matters at all. What's done is done, and it can't be changed now. I am happy to be where I am, doing what I am doing, and love the horses I am with now. O has brought me her own hilarity, stories, successes, failures, highs, and lows. I love and cherish all of my horses, but that red mare is just my girl. I may not have ever found her, or any of my other horses, if Gogo was still here - so in a way, I have her to thank for all of them. 



I guess the point of all this babble is this: time really does help the heart heal. Gogo led me to so many wonderful things and I am so much to be thankful for, all because of her. I'm not the same - I will never be the same - but that's okay, because our life experiences shape our personalities and we should never be too sad to add new layers to ourselves, so long as we focus on the positive things. And our dead loved ones will never really be gone, as long as we remember them and honor them and carry them along in our hearts. 





Go tell your ponies that you are thankful for them every day. They may not speak the same language as us, but they understand what you mean when you tell them.

Eventing-A-Gogo!


Thursday, October 10, 2013

Nighttime

A strange thing happened to me the other day. I got an e-mail inquiry on O as a sale horse. She's not for sale officially, but after all, I did buy her as a turnaround project and that was supposed to be her original purpose. I told them I wouldn't take less than $10k for her and they agreed. They were finishing up selling their horse and they said they'd get back to me shortly. I didn't respond.

Earlier that morning, I had been hanging around in O's pen rubbing on her shoulder and generally just leaning on her and being a nuisance. I'm not sure what I did to make her angry, but she suddenly turned her head and gave me a very, very ugly look, complete with crinkled nose and pinned ears. She has never done that before and I was completely taken by surprise. I have no idea what I did to tick her off so royally, but she was very clear about her message. I instinctively shooed her off and got her out of my space, then went back to her and tried to figure out what exactly I had done to make her so mad. I couldn't replicate it, no matter what I did - she just kept turning to look at me with happy pricked ears, completely nonchalant. I tried to forget about it as the rest of the day wore on, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

O is a mare who wears her heart on her sleeve. She leaves NO questions when it comes to things she likes or doesn't like, or things she does or doesn't want to do, and she'll let you know in no uncertain terms when something is amiss or bothering her. In some ways, this is a good thing - if something isn't right, she'll let you know about it immediately. In some ways, it's not good at all - if she doesn't want to do it, she's going to give you hell about it. Sometimes, I've had to be very tough about asserting and maintaining my role as lead mare in our herd of two. I've scared her half to death a time or two when I aggressively got after her about her behavior. I 100% stand behind being firm with a horse with this kind of personality - after all, that's why I got her for as cheap as I did... she was in control of everything and nobody could make her do anything that she didn't want to do! - but sometimes I forget that communication is still a two-way street. For the most part, any type of 'no' that she gives me is countered, and she changes her mind and offers back a secondary 'yes'. Over time, this has transformed her into a very solid citizen, willing and happy and quiet and sweet. When she gave me a dirty look that morning, however, I stopped and found myself asking the question "what made you do that?" instead of just immediately defaulting to "knock it off!" I realized that she had been giving me a clear message instead of just being disobedient, probably for the first time since I've had her. And for the first time since I've had her, I had enough humility to stop and ask "what did you mean by that?"

I never did figure it out. I tried to replicated it in every way that I could, but it was a one-time moment and she didn't do it again. I sent her out on the lunge that evening as dusk was falling, and realized that every time I reached over to pat her when I was leading her around, I was waiting for her to make a dirty face back. I realized some level of trust had been violated. I realized how it must feel to her when I give her a dirty rotten look for no good reason at all, on all of those days when I am tired or crabby or internalizing something that has nothing to do with her at all. I didn't understand why she had done what did had done, because there was nothing clear behind it, and I found myself lingering on how bewildering it felt. At the end of the lunge, we both stopped and looked at each other for a long moment. Whatever had been annoying her that morning had long been forgotten about, and she looked at me with her usual bright eyes. The dynamic between us changed some at that moment. I promised her that I would make sure to listen to her input a little better than I had been, but that she had to listen to mine as well. Impassive to the spoken language of humans, she flicked her ears around at me and touched me with her nose, listening instead to the sincerity in the tone of my voice. I think she knew that I meant it.

When I put her back out in her pen, I left her alone for a few minutes to finish sweeping up the barn and to shut out all of the lights. With everything suddenly in darkness, I felt my way over to paddock fence, turning around to look up at the stars for a minute and to get my bearings. My eyes focused on a tiny, slow-moving speck - a satellite. It isn't every day that you see one. As it got closer to the moon, it vanished, and I couldn't find it again. At the same time, I felt a bump on the back of my neck, and turned to find that O had left her hay to come over and hang out with me instead. She stood with her nose squashed up against me, leaning her head into my hands, dozing in the cool breeze of the early evening. I rested my chin on the fence, and she moved closer to press her forehead against mine. It was such a sincere movement - I don't think I've ever had a horse specifically put their brain against my brain like that ever before. Metro used to give big hugs with his head, but this was different. In that moment, I loved her more sincerely than I had loved anything since Gogo died. I'm not even sure I've really felt that much emotion at all since I lost her.

It seems fitting that tomorrow is the two-year anniversary since she died.





I feel tired and I miss her very much. I'll write about it more when I can gather my mind a little better. I feel a little sad and confused right now, going over the memories in my head. What a strange thing, to love and lose something that meant that much to you. It really does change everything. 

Monday, July 1, 2013

Nostalgia

This past weekend was the Groton House H.T. up in Massachusetts. Those of you who have been reading from waaaaaaaaaaay back in the day will remember when Gogo and I showed there in 2009. It was the crowning achievement of that season: with two blue ribbons under our belts from our first two events that year already (King Oak and Mystic Valley), we went into the biggest and baddest event of our area feeling ready but totally nervous. It was THE most fun weekend of the entire summer... I'll leave you with some of the entries I wrote, staring with a few on show prep and ending with the show itself!





That mare was something else. Really and truly. I think about her every day and miss her terribly, all the time. I rarely swing my leg over any horse that I get on and don't wish that it could be her.  She was one in a million, and there will never be another like her. She was everything to me. 

I really can't believe this happened FOUR years ago. Where has the time gone?