When I was a working student at a lesson barn, one of our schoolies was - by vet's best guess - in his 30s.
A cantankerous buckskin PITA to anyone except the novice riders he taught to ride on the longe.
The night before he died one of the trainers came to me fuming after a lesson.
"That damned Bucky! He totally ignores my longe whip and goes at his pace!"
That night Bucky laid down in his stall and went to sleep forever - at his own pace.
*friend of bar.ka*RIP all my lovely boys, gone too soon: Steppin' Out 1988-2004 Hey Vern! 1982-2009 Cash's Bay Threat 1994-2009
What a wonderful story. It reminds me of Misty Pony, a black Shetland at my first lesson barn, who bucked off the more experienced kids but was a saint with the beginners. I'll never forget those wise old eyes of his.