27/11/2025
Pod was a funny little horse, cheeky, sharp sensitive. Featherlight.
He taught me many lessons. Humbled me plenty. Gave me back my wings over a fence. And insisted on the utmost patience and immaculate emotional control - it was never my turn to not be okay.
We learned quite quickly to never leave a headcollar on the yard with Pod about, and many a coat met its demise to his teeth.
But lord will I miss him staring over the fence into the window for his dinner. Or over the gate when he thought heād really like to be doing something. And that soft, soft nose. No horse has ever been as kissable and cuddly as Pod.
And throughout all of this, he has been so so good. No drama. Through pen rest, endless prodding, in hand walking. He hasnāt put a foot wrong. I am so proud of the well adjusted and all round good boy he has been.
I am thrilled that I was able to give him a chance to be a horse again. To have the mud on his back, a chance to kick up his heels and to hang out with his mates.
But it became clear to me, that my friend and dancing partner had lost his spark. The cheeky glint had gone out. His movements calculated, economical in extreme. His once loose paces, stilted.
If you didnāt know him, youād probably say he was fine. But he was less. The fire was going out.
And as I quietly watched, when he didnāt know I was watching, when he wasnāt putting on a brave face for me - I knew. The words that I have said to friends and clients so many times before rung true. āYou will knowā. And I did.
It was time. And whilst making the decision is always hellish, once made I always find relief. Relief that this glorious, noble animal, who is designed to move just for the sheer joy of it, will not be reduced to a shadow of silent suffering.
Being able to make that decision for them, to ease their suffering is a gift and an honour.
It doesnāt make it any easier. Never does. And for now I will grieve. And I will cry. And I will mourn the adventures we never got to have. And for his friends who will miss their herd mate just as much, if not more than me. And for the fact that I wonāt get to blow raspberries on that super soft nose again.
To my clients that have lent an ear, my friends that have been so supportive and the professionals that have all tried so hard to fix him and to the family that will pick me back up again. Thank you š
Sleep tight little man. I am sorry we couldnāt fix you. I hope you are back to your athletic, exuberant and fabulous self up there š