Girls Horse Club Blog

R.I.P. Zeekey

Published by • Dec 28th, 2011 • Category: Tributes

by Ella, age 13

I gaze into the paddock. Four horses; but soon to be three. Zeekey, the only chestnut, is gazing contently. Unaware of the life-changing decisions to be made.

I watch as Zeekey bites Glamour, the palomino pony. Zeke’s unhappy; he never used to bite.

The first time I saw Zeekey, he looked as thin and as scruffy as an old fur coat. I was worried. What if I didn’t like him? Was he the right horse for me?

Back then I didn’t know much about riding. I was inexperienced, so he bolted a number of times. You’re a bird flying, being chased by a predator.

One time he bolted was when I was riding with Chelsea, a grazer. Chelsea started cantering. Then Ziddy, Mum’s horse, got loose into no man’s land; a battlefield of dangerous junk.

Zeekey bolted, knowing he could get away with it. I gripped the saddle, eyes shut, scared out of my mind. Miraculously, I didn’t fall off.

The first time I fell creeps into my mind. We had just got a cavaletti and I wanted a go at jumping. Sitting deep into the saddle, I made Zeekey go straight towards the jump. Then whoosh we were flying! I felt free…

I brought him back to a walk and had another go. As Mum came out to watch, I headed towards the jump and put my hands up his neck. I smiled as we went over. I was still pumped with adrenaline.

Zeekey then went into a canter — sure sign he enjoyed it! I was the unsuspecting victim, though I enjoyed the canter too. I had a smile on my face and ignored Mum telling me to slow him down. Then we got to the corner… I don’t know how it happened, but somehow I ended up on the ground. For the first time I got winded. It was hard to breathe and I couldn’t talk. But who cares if it hurt? I was rolling around laughing!

Things weren’t always happy. There have been accidents, bad accidents. Mum tied the horses to the fence; they spooked. Zeekey tried to pull back. The string didn’t break. He dragged the entire fence down to our river. His legs were severely cut.

The second accident; we were riding. Mum and I had swapped horses. I was riding Ziddy. Our neighbour stopped by the wired fence. I headed over to talk to her. Mum started to move too. Somehow Zeke pulled back and the bit twisted and dug its way through his face. It went all the way through and into his mouth. I remember a lot of blood. Thankfully he recovered. But he won’t anymore…

I come back to present, watching my beautiful horse. Over the last eight months I’ve grown to love him. Even though I haven’t learnt as much as I should, I’ve gained a best friend. From the moment I first saw Zeekey eight months ago, I’ve learnt a lot. This journey was bliss. It’s coming to an end.

He has a heart murmur and only has months to live. Mum and I have to make a decision. We don’t want him to suffer, we’re going to have to put him down.

Mon beau cheval; My beautiful horse…

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  1. R.I.p Zeekey! That was beautiful it seems like he had a great life with you.

  2. R.I.P Zeekey:) what an amazing life:) i love the ending and im sorry for your loss what a fabulous horse:))))))))))

  3. I’m so sorry ): Loosing a horse is so hard, don’t worry, you’ll make it.

  4. R.I.P Zeekey. I am soo sorry. Loosing a horse is mega sad and mega hard. Sounds like you and Zeekey had some good adventures. What a lovely, fabulous horse!!!

  5. Dear Ella,
    So sorry about your loss he sounds like a beautiful horse. You made the best choice to put him down. Well I hope you recover from your loss.