I have a horse which is a big responsibility but provides me with so much reflection time, early mornings at the yard with no one else around is my main thinking time and is the opportunity I take to get my head straight before the day begins. My horse isn’t just my pet and my friend she is also my team mate as we are training to compete at dressage. When I lost my dad I also briefly lost my interest in competing, training and enjoying my hobby. It took me a few weeks to get back into my routine but I believe that having the stability of my passion in life has helped me channel my emotions back into something positive. My dad bought me my first horse, him and my mum made many sacrifices to let me pursue my hobby and it is one of the memories of growing up that make me eternally grateful for having such a supportive family.
When my dad was ill, I bought my parents two kittens. They were really angry with me but inevitably ended up keeping them. I think at the back of my mind I wanted dad to have some companionship during the day when he was at home and mum was at work but also knowing that the company of a pet makes the house feel less lonely when the household goes from two to one. Sadly a week after my dad died one of the cats was hit by a car and killed on Father’s Day of all days - life has a very odd way of working sometimes.