It was my 23rd birthday, my second borns 1st birthday and one week after I had met Tonka for the first time.
The full size pick up truck pulled a trailer big enough for the thoroughbreds that Fast Tonka had been sharing a life with.
His mini whinny echoed in the trailer as the rig rolled into the yard.
Cody and Mounty called out in response to the new arrival. The drumming of 8 tiny hooves kept the beat as the chorus of mini whinnies filled the air.
Tonka called back from the tailer in excitement as I opened the side door and made my way in to visit the new addition to the herd.
Tears were running down his cheeks. I could tell he he was unsure about leaving the home that he had known for years.
He was handed to me with a stud chain woven into his halter and a warning that I might need it. A warning that I disregarded as I unloaded the 300 pound copper coloured pony.
My one year old baby waited patiently in the stroller for me as I escorted our birthday present off the trailer and brought him over for the two of them to meet.
There is something to be said about the lifespan of a pony and raising a child.
That day as the two of them met I couldn’t imagine the life we had in front of us. Nor did I imagine that when that child was grown and gone that this little pony would still be there going strong by my side. A rock during every hardship in our 20 years together.
I took the lead and looked at the tiny pony. Tears still rolling down his cheek as he whinnied in confusion looking for the friends he had left behind.
He jumped out of the trailer and pulled me towards the paddock where his new friends were waiting.
He was strong, maybe a little stronger than I had anticipated. The stud chain I was warned to use suddenly made sense.
He met Cody and Mounty at the fence of the mini paddock where the 3 geldings met for the first time.
This was the only time in my life that I would have a herd of tiny horses and they did not disappoint.
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