Amir, my bobo, love muffin, meermeer, I can’t believe it has been a little over 3 years since my mom bought you from the auction. You have by far been the best $400 my mother has ever spent and I am forever great-full that she bought you off of the meat buyer. It was absolute fate that brought us together, you have been the best teacher a human being could ask for. We learned how to jump together, you taught me patience, you’re the first horse I ever trained, and you have been my inspiration to go forward in the horse world. You were the first horse I ever jumped and you discovered your love for it then. You’re the reason my room has no more room for ribbons, especially because of all the blues you’ve won me.
It breaks my heart everyday now to set you on a jump course, though. I’ll never understand why out of all of our horses you were the one to loose half of your sight and possibly could loose the other half any time because of silent uveitis. You’re only 9 after all… We were going to event together and we were going to show the big horses our pony power. Now we may be stuck at 2’3 possibly 2’6 until the other eye possibly goes. It crushes me how excited you get when we jump, how much your mood changes when you see a few jumps set up and you soon start leaping around like we used to, but now you’re knocking rail after rail when I know you used to be able to soar over these jumps. I will still love you forever with all my heart and soul, Amir. We’ll jump and show until you decide you don’t enjoy it anymore (probably never!). Now I have the opportunity to branch out with my training and I may be able to show on the Arab circuit this year, and I have to thank you for this. Without you, this wouldn’t be possible for me. I love you, Amir, I want to let you know that I won’t give up on us… And every time I hear that song I ball my eyes out thinking of you.
Amir Al Sahara, you are the love of my life.