17/09/2025
A last snuggle before she (and Lottie) got on the trailer this morning.
Feels like the end of an era. Charlie has been here for a decade, since she was just a tiny foal. She and her mother were the first “horses” on our property (she would disagree with that being in quotations, but she doesn’t have social media and can’t read, so). She taught us all of the things we shouldn’t do, and then some. She made sure to test fences, gate latches, and pockets - regularly. She ensured we got our daily exercise by sneaking out of the paddock at the most inopportune times. She made messes every chance she got and tested the integrity of spray bottles, wound salve tubes, and anything else left within reach. She was the loudest horse in the herd and by far the sassiest - what she lacked in stature she made up for in personality. She was, in a word, a menace.
But she was also the horse my son learned to care for, never once threatening to bite him the way she loved to do to anyone taller than her. She was the horse that - without fail - would run, bucking, onto the lawn with such joy and abandon that you couldn’t help but laugh (and then fill in the holes she made…). She would walk down to Big Bay with Cooper and I and go for a swim at the boat launch, much to the amusement of the community. And she would march through the Kemble parade like it was all for her - stopping at any outstretched hand for a treat or a scratch. She was like a stuffed animal, a cartoon, a caricature of a “real pony”, and she would stand for hours if you would just give her some scratches. I made every mistake in the book with her, and yet she still would come to stand with me and share space.
In the last few years, she’s been battling laminitis. With the way that our farm and herd setup is here, I just couldn’t beat it. She would come sound, then go sore, then lose weight and then gain it right back. In an effort to get her back on track, my best friend Marina offered to take her. She has an incredible set-up there, perfect for laminitic ponies - and two wee boys who are just the right size to be Charlie’s besties. I’m so grateful to Marina for giving her a chance at healing, even though it’s so far away. She deserves it. 🤍
And, Marina? Don’t say I didn’t warn you… 🤣🤣