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Okay friends, I have been doing lots of thinking…

I don’t ever plan on deleting memorialred365 as it is my blog dedicated to the first horse to change my life. 

I tried making a blog for Kozy but I never updated it and I didn’t have many followers. 

So here’s my question, and I’d love if you’d answer, just so I know what opinions people have:

Would you like for Red’s blog to stay entirely about Red (and I create a new blog for Zeus), or should I update this blog with daily happenings of Zeus and I?

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Meet Zeus. 

A few weeks ago, I had my vet come out for a final pre-purchase exam on Kozy, the Oldenburg mare I was fostering through a local horse rescue. Sadly, Kozy did not pass her soundness test. Her arthritis in her back end hadn’t improved at all during the 6-month foster period. I was looking at spending $1200 a year on joint injections, supplements, and light riding only. At 13 and barely broke, this just did not seem like the ideal horse for me, as much as I wanted her to be. I love Kozy, and I am so grateful for our time together, but I had to return her and begin my search again. 

Luckily, I wasn’t searching for very long. 

I found Zeus on a local Facebook group. He’s a 7/8 year old unregistered quarter horse who is completely finished under saddle as an English all around with some Western potential. He’s finished enough and young enough to give me a chance to refine his headset and make him a true English horse. I’m hoping to jump and trail ride and maybe even try some Western classes with Zeus! Zeus comes home on Thursday. 

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Memory Foam Half Pad

Isn’t there a thing on Tumblr floating around about how to make your own memory foam half pad? I want one but I don’t want to buy an Oglivy because I’m trying to save money and earn money right now. But I think it’s entirely possible to make a memory foam half pad… right?

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Cleaning tack is therapeutic. Just cleaned my two leather halters.

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Older Crosby Dressage Saddle - 18” seat, narrow tree, made in England. Long flap, slight wear from where stirrups are, not noticeable when riding. Only selling because it was the show saddle for my now deceased OTTB. Recently cleaned and conditioned

$350 OBO - in SW Lincoln, NE

Message me for more info! 

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equuscande:

horses. my universe.

equuscande:

horses. my universe.

(Source: one-stride-out, via littlemissfillintheblank)

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Most unfortunately, I will not be going through with the adoption of Kasbah, the 2001 Oldenburg I was fostering from a local horse rescue. 

Most unfortunately, I will not be going through with the adoption of Kasbah, the 2001 Oldenburg I was fostering from a local horse rescue. 

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snapshot-equestrian:

Fall weather makes me miss riding the most.Trying something new with lettering and want to know if you guys like it! So reblog away if you want to see more like this <3 

snapshot-equestrian:

Fall weather makes me miss riding the most.

Trying something new with lettering and want to know if you guys like it! So reblog away if you want to see more like this <3 

(via gotothebank)

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babykaiju said: I still think about Red. How much he and Danz would have enjoyed being grouchy old redheads together. <3 Positive thoughts always.

Thanks, Erin. 

It’s weird how much things change yet stay the same when a horse dies. I thought I’d never feel the same. I thought I’d never be able to look at his photos without crying. It’s damn hard not to cry, but it is possible. He was such a phenomenal horse and he really made me a lot significantly better person. For reals, yo. 

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It seems like things go in waves - pain, then being neutral, then basking in good memories. 
Today is a good memories day. 

I&#8217;ve been avoiding going through all of my photos of Red because I didn&#8217;t want to cry. But I didn&#8217;t cry today. I laughed, I smiled, and I remembered fondly. He was so perfect, so talented, and so loving. He gave me his best, and I hope he knows I gave him mine. 

It seems like things go in waves - pain, then being neutral, then basking in good memories. 

Today is a good memories day. 

I’ve been avoiding going through all of my photos of Red because I didn’t want to cry. But I didn’t cry today. I laughed, I smiled, and I remembered fondly. He was so perfect, so talented, and so loving. He gave me his best, and I hope he knows I gave him mine. 

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I want my Red back

I want simple, uncomplicated, reliable, and irresistible. I want him back. 

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thehightechpony:

Always reblog for the #Emma feels. &lt;3 you bb

Red &lt;3

thehightechpony:

Always reblog for the #Emma feels. <3 you bb

Red <3

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I don&#8217;t love Kozy like I loved Red. 
Red saved me more than I saved him. He could have gone to any family and made anyone&#8217;s life a better life. But he came to me. I was ready to give up and to accept that maybe dreams weren&#8217;t worth pursuing. All I&#8217;d wanted from the time I was a tiny child was to own a horse of my own and it never happened, until my family happened to stumble upon Red. 

He gave me confidence, hope, and a big warm body to cry on. He was the most reliable thing in my life - the horse who I knew would always be there for me, would always listen to me, and would never be bothered by something I said. 

I don&#8217;t know if anyone can understand how sweet and gentle he was. Anyone could ride him, anyone could work with him, and anyone could have been successful with him. But he was mine. 

I hope it gets easier to deal with his death as time goes on. 

I don’t love Kozy like I loved Red. 

Red saved me more than I saved him. He could have gone to any family and made anyone’s life a better life. But he came to me. I was ready to give up and to accept that maybe dreams weren’t worth pursuing. All I’d wanted from the time I was a tiny child was to own a horse of my own and it never happened, until my family happened to stumble upon Red. 

He gave me confidence, hope, and a big warm body to cry on. He was the most reliable thing in my life - the horse who I knew would always be there for me, would always listen to me, and would never be bothered by something I said. 

I don’t know if anyone can understand how sweet and gentle he was. Anyone could ride him, anyone could work with him, and anyone could have been successful with him. But he was mine. 

I hope it gets easier to deal with his death as time goes on. 

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Friends…

into-the-constellations:

I am applying to ride in a dressage clinic with David Marcus, of the Canadian Olympic team. He is originally from my home town and is giving a clinic just 45 short minutes away from where I keep Kozy now. 

I am a bundle of nerves in applying. Part of me thinks “Why would they accept a no body, low level rider with a green rescue horse to partake in a clinic of this caliber?”. But the other pat of me thinks “Why not apply? Why not!?! Take the chance…”

I’m going to go for it and apply and just hope for the best. I’m writing a short letter to the committee assigned to picking the riders for the clinic explaining why this clinic would mean a lot to me. 

However.

My biggest worry is that I will get into the clinic and will not be able to afford the $500+ fee for the clinic. 

If I apply for this, would my friends and followers help? If I started a GoFundMe to take me to an Olympic clinic, would anyone be willing or able to help? 

I’ve given money to 3 different people on Tumblr in their times of equine lust that they could not afford… isn’t it time that I get a little something too? I’m lucky enough to have my one-in-a-million rescue horse… but could I get this one-in-a-million clinic too?

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