goodbye, cappie

iced cappuccino was my pony's name, and they put her down last week.

i didn't write about it because i didn't have much to say nor did i feel like blogging at all last week.

but i will say this:
once when i was maybe eleven or twelve, i was taking a riding lesson on cappie out in the field across the street, the one with the jumps on it. being out in the open and a naturally nervous and obsessive/compulsive child, i didn't make her work too hard because i feared taking jumps at a canter. i'm sure it was in june, right after school got out, because the grass was lush and super green. right after clearing the jump, she put her head down to eat the grass, and i tumbled right over and down her neck.