The horse The horse that taught me everything behind the reins. Jumping 50cm, flatwork. Everything. She died. Of colic. This morning. She’ll fly high, and she’ll be greatly missed. I didn’t even get to say goodbye… So I’ll say it now. Goodbye Poppy. She’s never coming back is she..
Rest in Peace Poppy. Im not replying to anything saying rip cause there’s no point. You can ask questions.
