In many ways I have been influenced by “special” horses throughout my lifetime. Of course, most of you who know me, know that my grey thoroughbred, Aspy, pretty much started my riding academy. He was with me for a long time, and when he was euthanized Christmas of 2007, I felt as if I had lost a child. But because he was old, had been through a lot, and was just not going to get better, we accepted that he had to go to horse heaven.
However, this July, I had to say goodbye to the most influential horse of my owning and riding career. Sahn was a fabulous haflinger quarter horse cross that stole the hearts of all who knew him. I am sure all of us have heard of the “bond” that can occur between horse and rider. I have experienced that beyond all other horses in my life. Sahn had eyes that went deeper than his soul. The wheels were truly ticking in his mind……always!

When I bought Sahn, he was a pushy, slightly aggressive, in your business guy. He was western trained (well, he had a western saddle on!), and the second I got on him, “freight train” sprung to mind. Someone had definitely done some western cutting training on him, because he could seriously “sit down” when you asked him to whoa. But, to me, it seemed as if he was trying to tell us more. He looked at you as if to say, “Hey, look deeper, because there are so many pieces to the puzzle of who I am!”. So, I bought him as a “non-jumping” horse. For about two years we tried and tried to get this guy to jump. He definitely had the power and the mind, but he just wouldn’t do it. He would dump me every time! Well, as some of you know, my husband, Randy, decided he would jump him. Well, now that was just darn funny! Randy didn’t ride, much less jump. Well, I had to eat humble pie, because as of that day, we never looked back. Not only would he jump, but he would jump anything! Of course, if it wasn’t taller than he was!
So, my sort of western trained horse became my 1st level dressage horse with some beginner novice/novice eventing thrown in. He was satisfied, we had put the pieces together.
Above all else, Sahn was my friend. Never once did he let me down. Never once did he say no. Never once was he not up for the job at hand. Never once did he cease to make me laugh. In the end, it was me that had to say no. It was me that had to say it was ok to not be able to do the job. It was me that loved him enough to let him go.
If there is a horse heaven, and don’t you think there has to be, Sahn is there. He is roaming in the pasture, pain free on his healthy hooves bossing everyone else around. He is first to the gate, first to eat, and first to lick your arm. He is with my Aspy, running with Magic, saying hello to his friends who left him over the last 7 years. He is with me always………galloping to the beat of my heart.
Genna Huffman
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