Tina was a miniture shetland pony standing not more than 9 hands. She is not the sort of pony that you ‘own’ but rather she allows you to care for her needs. She was rescued as a youngster from a farm where she was kept tethered to a tractor wheel. She had the scars from her grown in head collar for the rest of her life.
Tina was well known among the local horse people. She was banned from local shows as she once disrupted an entire 4 ring show after dumping her young rider in the fancy dress class and bolted around the show ground still in her costume. She also managed to escape from her field on a regular basis to wander to the next village to graze on the Crown Green Bowling Club’s ground where they tended the grass so well.
Tina came to live in our back garden later in life as she seemed to insight fear and anarchy into any horses that I let her graze with. She enjoyed being centre of attention in the garden. She could charm treats out of the most hard hearted passer-by. She quickly worked out how to come in through the patio doors, help herself to any food left out, before letting herself out of the back door. I blamed our dogs for stealing food for a long time before she was caught in the act. In fact her love of being in the house meant that the farrier would trim her feet whilst she stood in the kitchen.
Now I am not saying that this pony was spoilt, but she had a way of whinnying to you which was both endearing and extremely threatening at the same time. I never remember her biting or kicking anybody but even the most experience of horsey person who came into contact with her were just a little afraid. If she had been in human form then she would either have been a member of the royal family, a confidence trickster or a politician, cool and cute on the outside but totally on her own agenda. She pretty much decided what she wanted and when.
I don’t really know how old she was when she died recently, but I know that she was well into her forties. She had always looked young, but just after the recent cold weather she went down hill very quickly and as it was obvious that she had given up on life I thought the least I could do was to honor that wish. She was always difficult to catch from the field but the day that the vet came to put her to sleep she walked up to me as I went in with a lead rope, wise old girl.
We will miss this funny little pony with her long grey coat and her stumpy little ‘Queen Anne’ legs. This tiny pony has left a large hole in our lives and despite the fact that I know she merely ‘tolerated’ us as humans, we miss her a great deal. Of course she has had the last laugh at us humans as the vets bill for her arrived this morning!
RIP Tina