A couple of weeks has passed since our beloved Mogge galopped on to the evergreen meadows on the other side. I miss him so much but at the same time I’m so grateful for the 25 years I got to have him in my life. He was our frolic pony with a lively and cheeky look on his face. He came to our family when he was 6 years old. He came to the riding club for a trial period but didn’t like the environment at all, however my mom was instantly smitten by him and bought him.
Which we are all so grateful for. Mogge has taught so many kids how to ride and maybe above all how to fall off. He was very mischievous, a great jumper and excellent at dressage. I rode him at the A-final at the Pony National Championships of dressage in Falun back in 2000. During his last years in life Ebba was his honored rider. Mogge really gave out so much joy and knowledge over the years. He made it to the very respectable age of 30 and we are all looking back at our memories together with so much happiness and love. He is truly missed by all of us.
