The Ricki Bobbi drop.
Anybody that knows me, knows that horse. Ricki Bobbi’s been with me for the last 8 years, and he’ll live out the rest of his years with me. I was 15 when I started showing him. He made me think I knew everything, and of course looking back I knew nothing but he didn’t care. He was solid and wanted to win as badly as I did, so no matter my mistakes he always had us in the right spot. I’ll never be able to replace him.
High school was rough on my spirit. I thought God’s view of me was so poor and hateful, I felt completely unworthy and full of guilt and shame. Ricki Bobbi heard so many tearful prayers. After high school I moved to Oklahoma, and went through two abusive and controlling relationships at only 18 and 20. Ricki Bobbi again heard so many tearful prayers. I was cut off from just about everyone, 11 hours from my family, but I always had Ricki Bobbi. He’s won countless awards, checks and titles, but none of it means more than being able to take care of him as he gets old.
I’m not sure if y’all have ever been blessed enough to experience a horse like this, but from the bottom of my heart I hope you do. Until you do you won’t ever fully understand it, but I hope that you all do. They are so good for your soul.
Thanks for letting me ramble on about my special guy. I know most of my customers aren’t cutters, but I know a lot of y’all have once in a lifetime horses too. 🩵