In Memory of
MY BOY GYPSY
Died 9th January 2008, aged 26 years

When I first met Gypsy I hadn’t ridden for years, was nervous of horses after a bad riding accident as a youngster and didn’t know if trying to get back in the saddle was a good idea or not. He was the star of the riding stables, the horse everyone loved. The big, gentle cob they put the nervous riders on. When the riding school closed down 2 years later and the horses were being sold off I took out a loan and bought him, having never owned a horse of my own and having no idea where to begin looking after him. Luckily, as well as giving me my confidence back he was easy to look after and I loved every minute of being with him; even down to getting up at 5.30am. He was funny, lovable, stubborn, mischievous and just brilliant. I kept him at DIY livery for years and when work became difficult he went on loan to a family nearby who loved and pampered him almost as much as I did.

When he came back he looked no different than the day he went – he never seemed to age. He went into retirement and went to live with Liz at Fisher’s Farm which he loved. He made new friends easily, got himself a girlfriend and settled in easily. So, it was with great sadness that I received the news that he had an inoperable tumour. It is a comfort to know that his last few weeks were enjoyable and in a place he was very happy. He sadly got taken by the horsy angels on the 9th of January 2008, but he will always be in my heart and head. There’s a definite horse-shaped hole in my life, and there isn’t a day goes by when I don’t think about him. I have his ashes, photos, some of his mane, his shoes…and the best memories of a horse that brought a lot of love and fun into my life. I will never forget him.

Kerry B.