Wednesday 23 February 2011

Fantasy ...

Fantasy was my first pony.  She was a present from Father Christmas when I was 8.  She was 21 when we got her, which is pretty old for a horse.  Fantasy was with our family for 16 years, so she lived to the grand old age of 37.  And, she was a feisty little pony to the end.  It was 6 years ago today that we followed through with the decision to end her life, as she battled with some kind of disease that caused her to lose a lot of weight.  It's a tough decision to make, to end a pet's life, but even tougher when the pet is a large one, as there are all sorts of practical issues to address.  Luckily for us, we were able to bury her, the pony that set off a life long addiction to horses, under a beautiful tree next to the Yarra River on my friend's property.  Fantasy was around in the days before digital cameras, but here are a few scanned snaps of our beloved first pony, Fantasy.

Rob and Fantasy at a show jumping day in Tassie

Rob and Fantasy in the fancy dress competition at Pony Club

Rob, Fantasy and Charlie on Five Mile Beach, Tassie

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