Murlan was a resident of Alida's riding school under Ricus and Chene. I met him when I first met Lee-Anne, who rode him regularly. Lee-Anne told me Murlan's story. He used to be a Railway Horse, quite used to riding hard but not so used to 'going to school' which was why she put a lot of work and sweat, frustration and heaps of love and carrots into her efforts of schooling him properly and bringing him on.
Murlan was lovable on the spot. He had a sweet disposition and enjoyed cuddles and pats, but he could perform in the arena when something did not suit him or if he decided to act up. Lee-Anne jumped with him and they looked really good together, they had an understanding and affection towards one another, even though he belonged to someone else. Sometimes in life, that happens. Lee-Anne will sorely miss his sweet little face.
Saturday was his time to go. It will always remain a shock to hear about broken bones, but ours not to reason why. Perhaps some day broken equine bones will be healed as easily as broken fingers.
We will always remember you, Murlan, because you were a living, breathing little soul, who we loved. And so, we know you will enjoy jumping Heaven's fences with four strong and healthy legs, chomping carrots and running free, another proud and noble example of your kind, safe forever.
Rest In Peace, Boy.
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