Her first horse - again
On Mary Thacker’s website at http://thoughtfultraining.wordpress.com, she wrote about her joy at getting a pony at age 10.
She and “Jazzy” enjoyed seven years of riding and adventure before Mary moved to Maryland.
This excerpt describes how their paths parted — and years later, crossed again:
“Eventually, as often happens with childhood ponies, I grew older and the day came that I could no longer keep my beloved friend.
Thus began our 10-year painful separation. I was moving 700 miles away with no knowledge of whether I would be able to have a horse or pony where I was going.
I finished school and got married, but I would still dream about my Jazzy and wonder how she was doing. I would sometimes even have terrible nightmares about finding her in an awful place, usually waking up crying.
Over the years I would call the new owner and check up on her every six months or so. I didn’t want to be a pest, but I missed Jasmine more that I could say. I always had a fear that they might find themselves needing to sell her, and I might loose track of my friend.
Hoping to fill the loss, I started taking riding lessons at a local hunter/jumper barn. I then went on to lease or purchase several other horses including my current two, a Paint mare and a thoroughbred gelding.
I still stayed in contact with Jazzy’s owner and even asked to purchase her back. At the time they weren’t even thinking of parting with her so had to remain content with that.
Eventually I was able to move back to this area with my husband. We bought a small farm and brought our two horses with us.
After being back in this area for about three years, I received the call I had been waiting for.
It was a Wednesday evening, and Jazzy’s owner left a message that they needed to speak with me. In the whole ten years, they had never attempted to contact me before, so all I could think was that something bad had happened.
My hands were shaking as I returned the phone call, expecting the worst. I remember being both relieved and shocked to be asked if I had been serious about wanting to buy her back.
I assured them that I was, asked what they had in mind for a price, and how soon I could come pick her up.
I remember being just as excited as I was as a 10-year-old going to get my first pony. After all this time, I was going to bring my first pony home — again.
Five days later, a friend of mine went with me to pick her up. I was not sure how Jazzy would trailer. She had not been on a trailer in 10 years, so I expected some resistance. However, she stepped onto the trailer just as easily as she always had.
Today, I can look out my window and see my little Jazzy grazing beside my other mare and my gelding. I still cannot believe she is home again.
I have no doubt that she remembered me, as our bond is just as strong as it was back then. We did not need to take the time to readjust to one another like I expected that we would.
Instead, it’s as though we have picked right up where we left off all those years ago, mutually trusting each other completely.
Jazzy is now 20 years old and occasionally has some stiffness due to arthritis in that back fetlock, but over all she is just like she was when she was younger. She is still just as mischievous and just as brave on the trail as any pony could be.
Thankfully, I am a petite person so I can still ride little horses like Jazzy. When we explore a new trail together, the years melt away, and she is again a three-year-old ready to boldly go where no pony has gone before.
I now treasure every moment we have together and know that I will never again have to wonder how she is doing or worry that she might be in harm’s way.
She is home. I cannot put into words how thankful I am for the opportunity to have a little Jazz in my life, twice.
(Jazzy is now 25. For the complete account and more on her other horses, go to Thacker’s website.)