by Terri Rocovich
Interestingly enough that horse was Charlie, the 33 year old mare I wrote about in my last post. As some of you might remember, Charlie had very clear opinions about several things and some of them had to do with jumping higher fences and accepting my leg enough to improve my dressage. Charlie was unpredictable and "hot" tempered much of the time so horse trials were either triumph or disaster and rarely anything in between. So when Charlie strained a suspensory ligament it was clear and a more suitable horse was in order but I had just bought my first house and money was tight to say the least.
Celia and I became good friends over the years I had Adel and remain close today. When she called me on Sunday to tell me that Adel was not well, I wished that I could have instantly hopped a plane to Texas where they now live and be with them both. Celia had Adel from the time he was born and other than the few years he spent with me, she has loved and cared for him his entire life. What a gift, don't you think? Celia refers to me as Adel's other mother and I consider myself honored to have known him and to have been able to ride him.