Chippy Left My World

This week my boy left this world. :'(

My heart hurts like crazy....he was so special to me.

We got him when he was 15 months old. His former owner treated him so badly. Because of being treated that way he was terrified of people. In which case we couldn't ride him, touch more than his nose, or get his feet trimmed.  He always had so much spunk, and he was the most talkative horse I ever had. I would go out to feed him and he would whinny to tell us how excited he was to see us. Or when my pony was alive and we would take her on a walk in our yard he would call for her to come back. They were the best of friends. My girl past away this past spring because she got sick. That was when my boy became even more important to me. I was sure he would pass away soon after her because of how close they were. He never left her side. But I didn't want to lose him. I would go sit out in the pasture and eat lunch with him, talk to him for hours, and feed him peppermints. All this, so he knew he wasn't truly alone.  

A few years ago when one of our farriers would came out, Chip would play jokes on him. The farrier would be trimming the other horses hooves and Chippy would steel his stuff. He would pick up his tool bag and run around with it and then bring it back. He would steel the farriers hat and fling it up in the air. He would try to take the farriers wallet out of his back pocket. It was so entertaining and I have never met another horse who was so silly with people, yet was scared of them.

You could always tell Chippy felt safe here, though he didn't want people touching him. He never tried to hurt us. He loved his family and I especially loved him. He was a gift from God. Some people would have never given him the chance. Some people would have said he was a useless horse. But I never once thought that about my boy.  Chippy always gave me so much joy. He loved life, no matter how hard it got at times. He fought through the abuse he suffered before we rescued him, ever cold winter, and losing his best friend.  

I can't bear to wake up every morning and look outside... He won't be there. I won't hear his whinny one last time. I won't ever get to say goodbye. I won't feel his lips tickle my hand as I feed him peppermints ever again. I won't see him sun bathing in the midst of his favorite fall days anymore. I won't get to talk to him when I'm sad and know that his listening by the way his ears stand tall as he'd look deep into my teary filled eyes. I'm sorry buddy! I should of never moved to college, I should have stayed here with you. I should have fought harder even after I thought the fight was done. I planned to have one last winter with you at least...we all did...the hay was deliver last week...we fixed the barn. I stopped being afraid that every time I saw you would be your last. It was hard to live like that, but at least I knew I would of been your last goodbye. But instead... you left this world and I didn't have a clue...I wasn't there to say my last goodbye...I wasn't there to tell you what a good boy you were and how much you meant to me.
 Rest in peace buddy! [November 28th, 2012]