Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Jane's story: My First Love

I've been reading Jane's blog for some time now, ever since I met her through another book giveaway. I've heard a lot about her current horse, Gilly, but I'd never heard about her "first love."

This is the last of the stories I received about horses that touched the author's life in some way. I hope you enjoyed all the stories as much as I did!

My First Love

Jane on Trigger, 1967

The first horse, my first love, was one my dad bought for me when I was 9 years old. My mother had died the year before and my dad was going out west to look for work. I was to stay with my aunt, my dad’s older sister, on a farm. I think he got me the horse to help me get over the loss of my mother and him going away for awhile.

I loved that horse with everything I had in me, I had loved horses since the first one I ever remember seeing at age 3. Old Prince, our neighbors big sorrel work horse; I saw him every day, a big red gentle giant.

I had Trigger for 11 years, my best friend whose velvety red ears knew all my secrets, a snow white mane that dried all my tears and a strong back that carried through those hard years. You see my father died 6 months after he had gotten me Trigger. That beloved horse carried me through a lot of sorrow in my early life and I will always be grateful to him for that.

I sold Trigger when I went away from home and no longer had a way to care for him. He went to a wonderful home to a girl of 12, who loved him as much as I did. I kept in touch with the people who bought him and went to see him when he was 17 years old. My daughter, who was two at the time, got to sit on his back. A year later, Trigger passed away. They found him in the field and don’t know what happened. He is buried on that farm, but he lived on in my heart as a horse that helped heal the pain of childhood.

Trigger at age 17



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