24/04/2026
Seven years on, Iām still writing this with tears in my eyes.
Tomorrow would be his 14th birthday, and the day after marks seven years since I lost my best friend.
He was the most beautiful, kind-spirited horse I have ever met. Iām so grateful for the time I had with him, but Iām still heartbroken it was cut so short.
Iāve tried to put into words how important it is to have more than memories, to have photographs to hold onto, but nothing says it better than what I wrote back then. I only wish I had something beautiful to hang on my wall, instead of photos lost on a phone and memories that feel so bittersweet.
I still canāt put into words how much I miss my boy. I just hope he knows how deeply he was loved and still is. I love you Wave š¤
āIāll ride tomorrowā
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Thereās no more tomorrows
No more rides
No more cantering down your favourite track. No more listening to his hooves as you trot down the road. No more Sunday afternoon walks. No more āusā time.
Never say youāll ride tomorrow, because you never know how many tomorrows you have left. Youāll never know when will be the last time you land a perfect round, or that perfect square halt.
Youāll never know when the last time will be when you amble down those beautiful paths in the summer sun. Youāll never know when will be the last time you reach for the saddle.
So ride. Ride like every time is the last time. Like every canter, trot, walk, jump and halt is your last. Come home smiling from ear to ear, even if the ride didnāt go as planned.
Give him a pat, a treat, a hug, a kiss. Tell him that he was amazing and you love him. Because even when it doesnāt go right, it may be the last time you get to dream of your goals on his back.
What Iād give to be able to ace a jump course, a perfect halt, to canter down our track, to hear his hooves beat against the road. To reach for his saddle.
So ride it like you stole it. Because each time, youāre stealing back a tomorrow.
Emma Gorman 2017
