Ebony on his 30th Birthday
He was a beautiful sight the first time we saw him grazing in the tall green grass. There was a peacefulness about him as he stood with his long black mane blowing in the wind.
He was a tall, dark, handsome Tennessee Walking Horse. There was a nobility about him… so proud, yet kind.
He looked up and saw us watching him. Slowly he walked towards the fence and rubbed his nose against our hands.
My husband grabbed a halter, jumped on his back and rode off into the distance. An hour later he returned and said this boy was coming home with us.
That day, Ebony became a very large part of our lives. And for 25 years, we discovered the world together.
He was both a beauty and a joy to be around … a gentle soul,
calm and polite … always a gentleman.
His official name was Ebony’s Rapid Transit … and that he was. He had the spirit of the wind. Each ride was like a glide through the air and as smooth as silk.
We spent many wonderful hours riding the trails and the hilltops with all of nature surrounding us.
Often we could look down into the valleys and see groups of deer in the distance. Each ride was a memorable adventure.
Our memories of Ebony could fill the pages of the largest book. He was so much a part of our everyday lives.
I’m not sure when I realized the rides had become slower or just when I noticed the gray on his face. Ebony was now a wise old man.
Yet, to me he still had the same youthfulness and proud stature of years gone by.
More times were spent together in the barn, where we shared hours of long conversations about the good old days.
But, many things were no longer the same.
Our times were now spent walking side by side.
Each day was a gift.
Ebony was with us for 25 wonderful years.
It was more than love. We were companions.
On Christmas, at the age of 30, Ebony died in my arms.
He is still with us on the farm.
Goodnight sweet prince.
For years, you carried me on your back
and now I carry you in my heart.