Memories by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Finally recovering and hoping (fingers crossed) not to backslide; I’ve had nearly five weeks to lay here, contemplate, remember, dream. One thing I do regret is the day I had to sell my horse and my daughters horse due to a divorce and subsequent financial distress.

She never forgave me and of course, I’ve never forgiven myself. I came across this picture, closed my eyes and could feel and smell my magnificent Appaloosa moving beneath me as we made our way through the woods, over small streams and the wild gallop back as I gave him his lead across the meadow and back to the stables, where he was boarded.

There’s nothing like the smell of a barn full of horse gear, feed and the aroma of the attached stalls. I was born to be a farm girl that somehow always ended up trapped in the concrete, metal and noise of the city.

So this memory is for my horse, D.J. and my daughters sweet horse, Pal. They went to very good homes and were well cared for. I will always carry their love and affection in my heart.

1 Comment

  1. Glad to hear of the improvement in your health Ami. I love horses, but have never ridden one.

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