Homage To Our Pony

I have decided to start this blog by paying homage to our beloved pony Coquin. She was a gift from Santa to our daughter Fiona in 2003. As you can see from the photos, Fiona & Coquin had a special bond. They even used to nap together. Before coming to us, Coquin was a working horse at the Pony Club in Tahiti. She lived her life in a stall and would take kids on rides in a ring. Taking the ferry to Moorea, Coquin discovered a whole new life with us. She had no fences and she was able to run free. We would periodically have neighbors stopping by to tell us Coquin was eating all their bananas. She was a true chow hound and took full advantage of her new found freedom. When Coquin wasn’t eating she would hang out by our back door. The door was always wide open during the day and Coquin would hang out while I was working on the computer. Her head was literally inches from my desk. If you’re wondering why I’m speaking in the past tense, it is because Coquin passed away this weekend. She died by the back door. James discovered her when he woke up and immediately went to our neighbor Moreto to ask for his help. . Five minutes later, Moreato showed up with his bulldozer. We buried Coquin by the mango tree. So here’s to Coquin. She was a gem of a horse and is dearly missed!