After everything that Denali and I have been through, all the ups and downs (and even deeper downs) she taught me to respect horses. I learned that you can't just jump on any horse and make it go. You need to form a partnership, and have a mutual respect for one another. I always knew this, but with Denali it was just so important.
I have hoped on school masters and they did anything I asked. With Denali it was harder, more work, and more rewarding. I went from being utterly terrified of her and other horses to gaining confidence in myself and my ability to ride.
In two and a half years I wasn't able to ride her as much as I would have liked. Her issues, and my issues kept us in different schedules. I had her in training when I was hurt, and watched her develop into one of the prettiest horses I've seen under saddle. I would daydream about our first show together, and I don't doubt that we will do that, it just won't be on this Earth. Plus, I hope that by the time I get to heaven, I'm a better rider.
In my times of fear I had a lot of people riding her. I have to say that one of the proudest pictures I have is the one above. It was our last ride together, the last time she was ridden. I can proudly say that I was the last person to ride my baby.
Denali made me into a horse person and for that I will forever be grateful to her.
Two more days. I'm starting to feel ill.