WHEN I MET YOU
a love story
When I met you you were lost. Someone got rid of you by selling you to the slaughterer. You were one of these 40 horses and ponies that day who should go on their last journey to Italy to get slaughtered. Right in the middle of a cold winter. You were already tared: 300 kg. Your age: about 35 years!!
When I met you I lost my heart to you. This white face. These sad old eyes deep in their holes. This strong will to survive. To carry on.
When I met you you met your fate calmly. You had no chance. You were under the rule of someone your whole life.
When I met you a reversal of fortune appeared. You were the last one who should be loaded on board of the truck. You didn't fit there anymore. I took you home to my stable, 500kms far. I was advanced in pregnancy and the birth of my second son should be just one week later. I got very ill because of all these sad and cruel things I had seen.
When I met you you were ill. The vet didn't have too much hope to heal your liver. It seemed you only knew moldy hay to eat. You didn't trust or like people anymore. You nearly bitten off one of my fingers once.
When I met you you were looking for love. You were special to me from the first moment. I count myself lucky to accompany you for 7,5 years now, nearly each day. No one ever believed that you would reach such an old age of over 40 years!! You are such a brave guy and you changed into a lucky, little pony. You fought to enjoy your last, well-deserved days, months and years, that every animal should have.
When I met you, you were alone. Then you found the love of your life: Sarah. A 30-year-old white pony lady who shares your stable and your love. Who is patient, calm and always by your side.
When I met you, you showed me so much about life. You wanted to stay alive. Getting old is a hard way and although you love your life. You are getting skinny now. You are getting weak now. Your eyes are almost blind now. You are losing your appetite now. You are not drinking enough water during these hot summer days. That's the way of life. You have to accept it and make the best of it. Spend lots of love.
When I met you you found somebody who takes care of you. Who will be there for you until the end. Who you can trust while your eyes are almost blind. Who you can nudge to get the last banana. Who loves you until the moon and back - GLEN, my dear! Such a pleasure to have you!
You only live once. Think of the old ones. They need so much love and care and they give so much back. Priceless.
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