My two "boys" Zenon and Noodle have been with me for 16 years. Noodle is my retired eventing/jumper. At almost 20, he has been with me through many pivotal points in my life. Noodle saw me graduate high school, was my confidant when my parents divorced. Kept me responsible during college, and was present at my wedding reception. Five years later, Noodle proved to be more loyal than a human and was my shoulder to cry on when I got a divorce.
Now Noodle is teaching many people how to ride better, including my boyfriend. This horse is wiser than most people I know. So when I watch is hips loosen, and step not quite so high, it kills me to think I am going to have to find another horse like him.
I am with horses almost always, I meet allot of them and have owned a few great ones. I have trained them and sold them to great homes. But none were "the one" and never at a time when I needed one. Maybe in the back of my mind I have been looking but didn't want to except the fact that Noodle was getting old. I am not sure if I believe in fate or destiny, but I do believe that we are shown many signs and it is up to us to ignore them, or to make something of them.
My horse hunt unknowingly began this late spring at the Springfield Ag Fair. I met a really cool man whom had a pair of Suffolk Punch and was doing a driving agility test. We got along very well and before I knew it he was trying to sell me a two year old jumper prospect. Little did he know, the gelding was a cross breed I have always been intrigued with. A Cleveland Bay/thoroughbred.
I let the summer go by, this little bay in the back of my mind. Late fall my father called and wanted to meet me at a horse pull in Keene N.H. Of course I would go. I knew that bay lived down near Keene somewhere, so I dug threw my pile of papers and found the business card I had gotten that spring. I figured it wouldn't hurt to look, if he is still for sale. I called and he was still there.
After the pull, I ran it by my dad to see if he wanted to see this horse. He was game so the three of us went to see him. I was so curious and excited, hoping this colt had really crooked legs or some reason to talk myself out of the deal. He had great legs, and was so mellow. Another "sign" I got this summer was that I got to saddle break a Cleveland bay/Morgan cross. He had a personality that trainers die for. He was willing, smart and very calm. This gelding I was looking at had the same sire and was known for passing on his calm attitude.
I let another week go by, this gelding always in the back of my mind. I didn't mention my thoughts to my boyfriend and he had forgotten about the horse. My dad came up the next weekend and was pretty excited about the bay gelding. I decided then, that I would call and let the owner know I wanted him. My timing couldn't have been better, there was another interested party.
Today I brought home the Bay formally known as "Trigger" . His new name is Doctor Watson, aka "Doc" . No horse ever replaces another one, but I will keep you posted on his progress..