Post by Hazel J on Jan 6, 2009 15:33:29 GMT 1
On the 10th December 2008 I lost my beautiful pony Shannon aged 22 years. I had been privileged to have shared my life with Shannon for the past 12 years and losing her was like losing a part of myself.
Perhaps the perfect pony doest exist, but if he or she doesn’t, then Shannon was the nearest you could ever get to perfection. When my riding confidence was shattered after an accident with another horse, Shannon restored it for me. She looked after me and taught me to enjoy riding again. At age 15 Shannon turned her hoof to driving and again she was the perfect pony when in harness, teaching me so much more than I could ever teach her.
Shannon was always the same - kind, gentle and beautiful, and always pleased to see me, no matter what mood I happened to be in. Everyone who met her instantly fell in love with her, she was just such a lovely character. All horses and ponies are special in their own way, but Shannon was different, she was outstanding.
Rest in peace my sweetheart.
Perhaps the perfect pony doest exist, but if he or she doesn’t, then Shannon was the nearest you could ever get to perfection. When my riding confidence was shattered after an accident with another horse, Shannon restored it for me. She looked after me and taught me to enjoy riding again. At age 15 Shannon turned her hoof to driving and again she was the perfect pony when in harness, teaching me so much more than I could ever teach her.
Shannon was always the same - kind, gentle and beautiful, and always pleased to see me, no matter what mood I happened to be in. Everyone who met her instantly fell in love with her, she was just such a lovely character. All horses and ponies are special in their own way, but Shannon was different, she was outstanding.
Rest in peace my sweetheart.
