Chubs, the Little Horse

Hey friends, it’s Chubs again.

I heard some news the other day—Sara Jane and Brody are moving away.

They don’t live in my barn or share my pasture, but every once in a while, we get to see each other on trail rides. Those were always the best days. We’d trot side by side, listening to our hoomans chatter away, ears forward, ready for whatever adventure came next. I liked those rides. I liked having friends out on the trail, knowing that even though we lived in different places, we still got to explore the world together.

But now? Now, they’re leaving. And I may never see them again.

I don’t really understand why hoomans have to move. My pasture is here. My barn is here. My little girl is here. Everything I need is right here. But from what I’ve gathered, their hoomans are taking them somewhere far away—so far that they won’t be able to ride the same trails with us anymore.

That’s a hard thing to think about.

I know I should be happy for them. Maybe they’ll get new trails, new friends, and new adventures waiting just beyond the horizon. But selfishly? I wish things could stay the same. I wish I could see them again, nicker a greeting, and take off trotting down a familiar path.

My little girl must have known I was feeling down about it because she gave me a pat and said something that stuck with me. She said, “It’s okay to be sad when friends leave, but it doesn’t mean they’re gone forever. And even if you don’t see them again, the memories don’t go anywhere.”

She’s right.

I’ll always remember the fun we had, the trails we traveled, and the way it felt to ride together. And maybe—just maybe—one day, our paths will cross again.

Until then, I’ll keep trotting forward, ears perked, ready for the next adventure. Because even when friends ride away, they’ll always be part of my story.

Until next time, friends. Keep the trails open and the memories close. 🐴