#rip ceasar

[gayforsphaghettios]

Yeah alright what comedic timing is this

[williamleroy38]

Intober day 7 : Drip

RIP Shiza 💀🪦🪨 be strong little Jojo

[ratgirlcommunist]

RIP Ceasar you would have loved game of thrones

[oulious]

in honour of ides of march, have this drawing I drew last year :3

[v-didomi]

Wamuu vs Ceasar Zeppeli

[panoramiccblues]

so i'm 99.9% sure ceasar communicated with me in my dream last night

i had a dream that i went outside and he was there in his pasture, and i started freaking out because he's gone. i was so happy to see him again and called him and he came over to the fence but he wasn't acting right.. he wouldn't let me pet him and he tried biting me. he hated me. i took a bunch of pictures of him because i knew i would never see him again and i gave him his favorite food and i kept trying to pet him because i wanted him to know how sorry i was that this happened to him and how sorry i was that i couldn't be there for him when his time came.

but he wouldn't let me touch him at all. he was trying to tell me that he hated me for not being there when he died, i know it. his spirit communicated with me. i know i sound crazy but i don't care, my horse fucking hates me. he's still mine, i don't care if he's dead or alive, he'll always be my baby. even if he hates me. i bet when i go to heaven one day and see him he'll walk the other way because he hates me and i'll never get to let him know how sorry i am.

i can't stop crying.

[panoramiccblues]

every single thing i love and miss about ceasar. part 1.

i've needed to make a post like this for a long time. i guess i was too numb to do it or it hurt too much. well, it still hurts a whole fucking lot, but i need to do this.

i miss his temperament.

he was sweet to only those he really loved; if he didn't know you, he'd pin his ears back and walk away. but if he did know you and liked you, he'd stay there and want you to just rub him all over and he'd nuzzle against your side and get snot all over you but it was ok because he was so adorable. and so kind. the only exception to the stranger rule was kids - he would be patient and kind and friendly to them, let them tug on his mane. he'd be super careful when my little brother was riding him, like he'd scan the ground all the time and he wouldn't nip at his legs like he did after riding for a long time. he'd just be calm and the ideal horse. with me, he was so protective. that's another story though.

i miss his protectiveness.

he was so protective over me. when i was out there grooming him or playing with him, he'd be alert and he'd nudge me if he heard a weird noise. he's saved my life before, did you know that? i was 11. it was the summer after i'd gotten him (i got him february 10th, 2007) and i was letting him graze in his pasture and i was brushing his mane and grooming him. this was at my old house, his old pasture. we lived in front of a bunch of trails, on a chicken farm, and there was a wild dog pack there, too. extremely mean. well, when i was out with him that day, he started frantically nudging me and grunting. i thought something was wrong with him, so i panicked. then i looked up, and there was a brown wild dog coming over the hill where the chicken houses were coming straight towards us. so i grabbed his lead rope and started running, and he was on my right, basically shielding me from the dog if it were to come near us. we got to his run in stall and i jumped on his hay bale and he stayed with me until the dog was gone. i was crying; here i was, 11 years old, and a dog could've killed me. but ceasar saved me. i just wish i could've saved him.

i miss his beauty.

his coat was black. but in the summer, when he lost his winter coat, he'd turn this beautiful dark bay color with light highlights in his coat from the sun. it was truly stunning, i have a picture on my bulletin board of him grazing at my old house, and his coat looks.. wow. his mane was super curly, black, with light highlights in it, too. his eyes were so expressive. they were the standard black-brown for horses, but i could always tell what he was thinking from his eyes. they'd crease up a little if he was nervous, forward, looking straight, no pupils if he was happy, pupils if he was annoyed.. they had this dark brown ring around them too. beautiful. his blaze went down from the top of his bangs to the bottom of his mouth, and the area around his mouth would always be white then pink and it was so cute. he had two stockings on his back left legs. he was the most beautiful horse i've ever seen, and the most beautiful horse i ever will see.

i miss his gaits and the way we rode.

i've ridden plenty of show ponies in my life - the ones at my tourist trap of an old 'equestrian center'. precious ponies, but i never fit just right with them. they were a bit too small, their gaits too scattered and not comfortable, i'd have to really post a trot to get the slightest smoothness, and their canters were too slow. but ceasar.. he was a dream to ride. i fit just well with him. he was 15.3, the perfect height for me to grow into. his gaits were.. wow. only way to describe it. i melted into his walk; not too fast, not too slow, very calm, but not too calm. his trot was heaven. i've never ridden a horse before that came close to his trot. it was smooth. really really smooth. i barely needed to post when i rode him. his canter was a bit fast, but smooth, perfect. he wasn't easy, but he wasn't hard. he needed some encouragement to really go, but that was no problem. he was sort of stubborn too at times when he didn't want to work but that wasn't a problem either. he was just an amazing horse to ride. and every time i ride another horse i'll always compare to him - trot, transitions, etc.

i just miss him so much. wait, no, those words don't even to begin to describe how i feel right now, when i think of him. i feel more than empty. i feel like someone tore my heart out and my lungs and everything and left me there to suffer. why did this have to happen to him. to us. he was TWELVE. he was strong, healthy, really healthy, actually. he had a long, beautiful life ahead of him. these things aren't supposed to happen. he was supposed to be my baby for almost 20 more years. i wasn't supposed to deal with losing him until i was in my 30s and more mature. this shouldn't have fucking happened.