11/03/2026
Yes. Thinking of you, Chance. 💔
Every one of us started because we loved a pony.
Not a ribbon. Not a trophy. A pony. But somewhere along the way, the sport takes over, and little by little it squeezes the love out. Then we wonder why so many riders walk away.
Think about the day a child’s first pony gets sold to make room for a “better” horse. That’s a lesson, whether we mean it or not. It says horses are upgrades, like trading in last year’s phone. It says winning comes from buying a better horse, not from working through the challenges. And it says that when a horse gets hurt, gets old, or can’t be used anymore, it’s someone else’s problem. Even a “good home” hands someone else the vet bills, the hard decisions, and the grief that were ours to carry.
Our kids are watching. If we teach them that a living being is only worth keeping while its body is useful, we shouldn’t be surprised by who they let into their lives, or how they treat us when we’re the ones who get old.
Horses aren’t objects. There’s a whole, feeling life inside that body, and it doesn’t stop mattering when the riding stops. A horse that can’t work is rarely safe out in the world. Too many get passed from home to home until they land somewhere they never should have. So when the sport ends, find a new way to have fun: groundwork, games, easy jobs. And when even that’s done, give them the soft, loving goodbye they’ve earned.
Remind yourself. Remind your kids. We’re here for the horse, not the sport. The love comes first, second, and third.