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March 7, 1988. To anyone else in the world that date probably doesn’t mean anything. However, on that day an Arabian foal was born, he would have been dark at first but within months he would have lightened to a grey color, small brown spots all over his coat and a large one on his hip.
That little foal would not have a particularly easy life, not always treated well and never spending longer than three years anywhere until he reached nearly 17 years old. He would be trained in almost every discipline, good at all of it but never quite exceptional so he would always be passed along to the next thing.
He would be a unique horse, allowing people to handle him but never being quite happy with it. He would be the definition of a one person horse, and he would not find that person until he would be nearing senior status.
His person would be a five-year-old girl, bright-eyed and head over heels in love with her horse. He would teach the little girl how to ride, babysit her, take care of her and watch her grow. They would have their ups and downs but always the girl would love her horse and the horse would love his girl.
The girl would grow up with the horse, relying on him and considering him her best friend. Whenever the girl had a bad day she would go to see her horse and his big brown eyes and gentle, loving spirit would settle her. She would hug him and lay on his back and he would stay still for her, knowing that if he moved she might get hurt.
Whenever the girl would fall, her horse would always stop and check on her, always wanting to know that his girl was alright.
The bond between the girl and her horse would be so special that the horse would find his forever home with her, never again to be retrained or passed along to the next owner. He would not have another rider that the girl did not stand by his side and watch as they handled him, making sure that they treated her horse with the very best of care.
The girl would bring her horse any kind of treats that he enjoyed. As her horse began to age and lost his teeth, the girl would find new ways to give him soft treats to enjoy. She would soak his grain to make sure it was soft enough to eat. She would even make him cakes for his birthdays, and she would always pray that he reach the next one.
“He probably won’t be here in the fall.” The vet had told the girl as the horse’s 25th birthday had just passed. Those were words that would haunt the girl, and she fought them, so did her horse. When the vet arrived the next spring and found that he was still there it was a surprise. However, it did not stop those words from being spoken again.
Those words would be said for the next four years. But the grain was soaked and the portions increased. The horse’s eyesight began to fail and the girl’s other horse learned to help guide him. The girl got busy when she went to college and no longer had so much time to give to his care but her mother was always there to assist.
March 7, 2018. The horse, my beloved Ruben, turns 30. The birthday that I and my mother have prayed over for years. Although it may seem like a silly idea he is having a party and I am making carrot cupcakes, his will have peppermint icing. He may not be in wonderful condition but he is doing well for his age. He may not see well or have many teeth left now but he knows that he is loved dearly and I have never handled a horse with a bigger heart. I do not know if he will be around to celebrate his 31st birthday, but I am so thankful he has made it this far. I could never ask for a better horse. He has spent the past 13 years taking care of me, and now I give him the best care that I can.
30 years ago a little colt was born, no doubt everyone thought he would grow up to be a fancy show horse because of his bloodline, but he was destined for something so much greater. He was destined to be a little girl’s horse.