It is with a very heavy heart that I sit here and write a memorial for my beloved Po, who left me much too soon. I was blessed to have had Po in my life for seven wonderful years. He brought me so much joy and love; it was truly a gift to have been in his presence. His sweet nicker when I would walk in the barn and his gentle whinny when I would walk away, as if to say, “don’t leave me”, were the best sounds in the world. The way he would anxiously wait and beg for peppermints after a ride always made me smile. He knew my truck when I drove in the driveway and knew my voice when I said his name. To feel that much affection from an animal gave me goose bumps. I knew he loved me to the very end.
Po started his life as a racehorse, was moved on to a woman who did some light riding and dressage, and then came into my life. I attempted to make an event horse out of him and although we had our disagreements at first, it was clear that it became his passion as well. He put his heart and soul into each and every event we went to and his ears would perk up as soon as we were on cross-country. We may not have always been in the ribbons, but it didn’t matter. It was more than just winning first prize. It was the experience together in a partnership that could never be broken. The honesty and trust between him and I was something I had never experienced with past horses and it was definitely something special.
Po and I were having a great event season and were making great memories in 2012 when his life was very unexpectedly and quickly taken by Lymphoma. On September 2, 2012 he was telling me it was time. He was peacefully laid to rest with me by his side. I know that he now runs wild and free and eats all the peppermints he wants.
The hardest part is that I will never understand why things happened the way they did. All I can do is be forever grateful for the time we spent together. Po will never be replaced and never ever be forgotten.