Running with horses

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Each day brings unexpected events; the passing of an old friend, a revelation of the mind, a beautiful sunny day after months of bitter cold. Life is uncertain, and until I got older I never realized just how much. A week ago we lost a four-legged friend to the cold weather; Sky the quarter pony. Sky came to us from a kill pen (one of my mother’s many rescues over the years) and wasn’t a fan of humans. Can you blame her? Over the years she changed, dramatically. She grew to love us and the herd members she once found to be, irritating. One day she stopped worrying about being harmed, and she began to live. She knew she was home. She was safe. I find comfort in knowing that although she’s gone now, she lived the majority of her life happy and healthy at our sanctuary, among friends. I remember the day she came as if it were yesterday. I was six and incredibly adventurous. I was rather annoying to Sky, who wanted nothing to do with anyone (a girl after my own heart). She was breathtaking. Sky always resembled something untamed, and that’s what made her so beautiful. Not many things on earth today look untouched, but she did. She lost her eyesight towards the end of her life. Even blind, she was amazing. With owning animals comes one very tough reality; none of them live forever. I’ve said goodbye to many animals during my nineteen years, but Sky’s death hit me harder than I thought it would. Her death felt like a closing to a very long chapter. It’s crazy to think a horse knew me longer than most of my friends, but it’s true. Sky knew me better than most, and I wish I had spent more of my days with her than with people who ended up leaving. I watched Sky with her dearest friend, Indie, before she passed on and I was unbelievably touched. He watched over Sky and didn’t leave her side, not even after she fell into her permanent sleep. At that moment I realized just how extraordinary animals are. People view them as second class citizens, but they’re the ones truly living. They’re loyal, kind, patient, and true. How are these creatures second class? I’m constantly meeting new people, and occasionally I meet a person who is worth spilling my thoughts to, but mostly, they’re too wrapped up in their own lives to deserve a second of mine. I look at my horses, some that I grew up with, and I appreciate them more and more each day. If you are lucky enough to become friends with a horse, they’ll never forget about you or leave you. I’m lucky enough to be able to love and know 50+ horses, and I can say without a doubt, that they’re a gift. I remember asking my mother when I was much younger, “Will the horses still remember who I am when I’m twenty?” I might have one more year to go before I turn twenty (when the heck did that happen?!), but my horses haven’t forgotten their Lizzie. It’s as if out in the herd time has stood still, and I’m still that little girl who rolled around in hay and took naps with the minis. Out with the horses, my problems fade away and for a little while I can pretend that the real world isn’t waiting for me just beyond the old wood fencing. I cannot wait until my children can fall in love with horses the way I did. I’m very much in love with my man, but I’ll never forget my first love…and I’ll never stop running with horses. Rest in peace Sky, and to the others who’ve passed and who left hoof prints on my heart. I hope you find another safe place, where no human will ever disturb you. Xoxo

Lizzie & Tank

Lizzie & Mandy


The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer, published author, and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and drama. I'm the luckiest mama in the world to Greyson Bryce and my heart belongs to Andrew. The Greyson Diaries, an ongoing blog series is based off of my daily experiences as a young mom and my love for my son. I also worked in the fashion/marketing industry from age sixteen until becoming a mama at age twenty-three, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. I published a book (Deployed) that I wrote while I was still in high school dealing with boys, tears, parties, and gossip and I blossomed into a blogger and a more developed writer. I don't blog to impress...I blog to inspire. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Xo Instagram: lizziemognoni Email:


  1. margie marx says

    Lizzie to be beautiful outside is a blessing but to be beautiful inside is a choice we make on our own , you my dear are both !

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