Another one has passed. Poco. He was a GREAT horse!! I was volunteering at the Therapeutic Riding Center when I met him and became his “Barn Buddy” and fell in love. I just had to have him after he retired. Then I had to quit my volunteer job because I saw how that happened. Poco was my 3rd horse. And I needed a 3rd horse like a hole in my head. Which is why Poco was officially Julie’s horse.🙂 She even convinced herself to pay for him for a few months! LOL (ps THANK YOU)
Born 36 years ago at a ranch, he started out as a ranch horse. He then moved into police work, then trail riding in the mountains, then the therapeutic riding center then with me. He must have had good care at all of those places because he was a good natured guy. He didn’t question your motives.
At first with 2 other horse he got to be all retired, all the time. I’d go to the farm, work with Rasta and Princess, then give him a cookie on the way out the door. After he outlived the other two I let him know he was stuck with my attention full time. He didn’t like fuss, but we enjoyed each other’s company. We’d go for long walks. Or he’d graze somewhere and I’d take a nap nearby. Just this last winter I knew I wanted a good sleep and was afraid he might wander without me hearing him. The round pen had good grass so we went there. Sure enough I fell sound asleep. The after a bit, I “felt” someone gently wake me up. It was him. He hadn’t touched me. He was just at my feet staring. “time to go”
He didn’t have a lot of teeth but he liked to graze. There was a good spot down the driveway he liked in particular. I usually had him off lead and we’d just walk down there together after a groom. On more than one occasion, he’d just decide to go towards the grazing first. I remember one time that he headed down the drive trotting just as pretty as you please. I knew where he was going and wasn’t worried, but followed anyway to catch this naughty boy and he decided to run for it. Head up, tail up, he took off. All the horses along the road came running out to cheer him on!! Go Poco Go!! Sure enough he went to the grassy spot and took his bows.
In 2012 I got a call from about a little 9 year old girl who was very horse crazy and would it be ok for her to see Mr. Poco? Boy would it!
He loved Miss Eliza as you can see in these photos. He let her learn all her horse stuff on him.
Parts of a horse? Check. How to put on a halter. Check. Keep an eye on all the other horses around as you gather the one you want. Check. How to groom, how to look for discomfort, or happiness. What they eat. What they eat when they lose their teeth. How to grow old gracefully without losing your inner child. How to look at the world through the ears of a horse. They had fun and I know she brightened his last years and I am truly grateful to have gained this wonderful young lady (and her family) who can name every horse within a 15 miles radius, as a friend. She will be a great horsewoman some day and I look forward to her help as we shop.
She got this Breyer horse recently because he looks just like Poco. !
Eliza’s sister Ashley came out a time or two to visit. Sadly hay fever precludes a ton of horse visiting for her. I think she would have taken to it too.
Two more stories and I’ll go to sleep. One was from the day before his friend Rasta passed. (you can read about him here) I had gone out to visit, but had taken Poco for a walk first. I was in a hurry and wanted to go back and spend each second I could with Rasta that night. But each time I started to head back, Poco would block me. I finally asked “what the hell?” and I swear I heard this…”You have to stop being so maudlin before we go back. You know Rasta hates that.” I don’t think I’ve ever used the word ‘maudlin’ in my life which is why I feel pretty comfortable saying it was Poco not me. Sure enough, once I got all my tears out of my system, then he let me go back. And Rasta and I had the sweetest last night together. Thanks Poco.
The second was just recently. Eliza and I had taken Poco for a walk and it was hot. I insisted we head on up this hill at the end of the drive and so off we went. To keep the enthusiasm up, we raced to the top. Last week I took the same walk with Poco sans Eliza. He was off his lead rope just following along like normal. We got to that spot and he took off racing to the top!! I’d get closer and that stinker were run faster. We whooped it up there, then he raced me back down the hill. He had a good sense of fun. Even playing with Max the dog. He was always up for a game. And will be missed by many both human and not.
Bonus shot because I love these photos. Once in a while I’d get a special photo from the top of the house above the horses from his friend Conrad. I loved these and just thought I’d share. Poco, that tough old stoic soul is without a blanket!