A Rocky Beginning
Bringing Trash home to Sweden wasn’t simple. A vet check revealed he had been given drugs, and I was offered the chance to back out of the purchase. But my heart had already chosen him. After a clean re-check, I arranged for his journey overseas.
Once in Sweden, I placed him with a trainer, but the distance made it hard for me to truly bond with him. I wanted more than riding sessions - I wanted to build a relationship. That longing eventually led me to buy a farm of my own, just so Trash could have a proper home with me.
Adjusting to a New Life
The transition from sunny Texas to snowy Sweden was dramatic. Trash had never seen snow before, and watching him play in it for the first time was unforgettable. Our bond grew as I rode him regularly, despite being a green rider at the time. He gave me confidence, patience, and joy, always making me feel safe in the saddle.
But Trash’s health was never simple. Summers brought allergies that made him itchy and tired. Later, he suffered a snake bite that caused him immense pain and required long, dedicated care. Despite it all, he remained resilient, trusting me to help him through every setback.
The Mystery of His Health
Over the years, Trash faced ongoing health issues: lameness, leg weakness, and an odd weaving habit in the stable. Countless vet visits never gave us clear answers. What became obvious, though, was that Trash needed stability and routine. He thrived when living more naturally in the forest, where his symptoms eased and his spirit brightened.
Uncle Trash, the Protector
Despite his illnesses, Trash’s personality has always shone through. He loves to play, run wild in the arena, and act as the “protector” of the herd. Among the younger horses, he earned the affectionate title of Uncle Trash for his patience and watchful presence.
Even at 19, he continues to surprise me. Earlier this year, he survived his first sudden bout of colic - a terrifying experience that reminded me just how strong and stubborn he is. Recently, he developed a sore on his leg, yet he still greets me at the pasture gate, trusting me to care for him even when it hurts.
A Lifelong Teacher
Trash has been with me from the very beginning of my horse journey, more than a decade ago. Through him, I’ve learned about patience, resilience, and the deep emotional world horses carry within them. He has taught me about trust, about listening, and about myself.
Trash isn’t just a horse I own - he is family, mentor, and companion. He has made me laugh, cry, and grow. Most importantly, he has reminded me every day why I fell in love with horses in the first place.
He will always hold a special place in my heart.
