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Hippy

Hippy was the type of horse that would give his heart to the right person. I was lucky enough to be his person. When I was 8, I got the chance to lease him and we bonded fast. Hippy and I did everything together. He was my best friend, first boyfriend, my racehorse, my jumper, and my show horse. I'm in college now and I remember telling him all about Vermont Tech when I was a seventh grader. I had dreams as big as the sky. Hippy also made me realize something about myself. When he developed chronic laminitis, I learned all about how to treat him. I realized at that moment when I was 12 that I was going to become a vet. Now I am a freshman in college and on my way. All thanks to a little Belgian/Morgan cross that inspired me. Thank you Hippy, for teaching me more than just how to ride.
   
"An owner of a Tennessee Walking Horse once said that his horse reminded him of a lightning rod, for, as he rode, all the sorrows of his heart flowed down through the splendid muscles of his horse and were grounded in the earth." - Marguerite Henry