Yesterday was a bad day, I lost a pony, a friend, a champion, a family member. RIP Pirate’s Painted Treasure, there will never be another like you. I will keep this short, because I know I will kill my lap top if I cry over the keys any more. There is also no way I could EVER express how much he meant to me in such a short post. Pirate entered my life when I was just nine, he was just a $500 pony that no one wanted. But I wanted him & he changed my life forever, once I won him over & showed him that I was boss Pirate showed me unconditional loyalty.
He was trained to do everything; barrels, poles, jumping, dressage, flat work, reining, driving. He did it all & he did it well, Pirate could tell what he needed to do by the bit we put in his mouth. People always wanted to buy him, my dad always joked & said sell him but I promised Pirate we never would. & I kept that promise.
He lived a good life, I gave him a good life & I have a lot of wonderful memories & lots of scrap books filled with photos & glitter.