Horse shopping...again

Well we are officially back horse shopping.....at a leisurely pace since we don't "need" another horse.  

Seamus and Chance are both doing well, Seamus eats his "soup" of grass pellets and supplements every day and hasn't had issues with choke since his Christmas time scare.  Chance is keeping on weight and now shedding out like crazy.  Chance turned 28 in February and Seamus will be 8 in April!!

I know Chance could live another year or two or he could have a rough summer and we have to make the call.  You just don't know.  We want to get a second rideable horse.  Something Steve could ride but honestly will be one I mainly ride in addition to Seamus. After Chance passes I plan to keep the number at 2 and then they both will just go with me to clinics and I'll ride one or the other depending on the clinic.  Trail riding with Steve may happen, we shall see.  I'm doing a lot of beer stuff with him so I think I can sway him to be more engaged in at least learning a bit more horsey stuff.  He's great in the barn, feeding, mucking and generally caring for our babies.  He loves the horses and gives them kisses everyday.

Anyhow I was interested in several Haflingers and a Morgan that was at this horse trader in NC.  They have a good reputation from what I've read from numerous sources but it's still buyer's beware.  There is a 10 day money back guarantee so I figured I could get a PPE done on any horse I decided to take home.  First wrong thought I had.  I've since realized that I don't work like that.  If I bring a horse home, they are mine.  I don't think I could haul them back after a PPE no matter the result.  So I've realized this isn't my style of buying at all!!

Anyways I digress.  The experience overall was good.  I found him to live up to his reputation of being honest.  He pointed out the flaws he saw in the horses and any issues.  Most horses are from auctions so he doesn't normally know much history on each one.  One gelding we looked at, rode and really liked was a cute 7 year old Haflinger.  The seller had pointed out a small growth on the cornea of the left eye.  

I looked at the eye and noted the irregular pink growth.  I would look into that.  Overall though the gelding was well put together, cute as a button and very willing to do what was asked.  I rode him and then Steve did.  We both really liked him and decided we'd discuss buying.  We discussed our concern with the eye growth, the PPE and the 10 day window with the seller.  

Steve and I went to lunch, thinking on buying this very cute gelding.  I searched about what the growth was.  Several people that were also looking at horses said they knew someone that had a horse that had something like that removed.  Cost $400-$900 bucks.  I wasn't really worried about the price to remove a growth and the seller even said he'd cover the cost of removal.  My worry was the long term prognosis.  Would it come back? Was it aggressive and would be a lifelong problem....not just the eye but other light colored areas of the horse? I had a gut feeling putting the brakes on this purchase very strongly.  My gut has made good horse choices so I tend to go with it....still I wanted more information.

Research lead me to squamous cell carcinoma. Haflingers can be prone to it if they have 1 or 2 copies of a certain gene, careless breeding with todays genetic testing availability.  This can appear in the eyes, nose, anal and genital areas.  Anywhere there is less pigment and exposure to UV radiation.  The prognosis can be good if caught early but then there is constant vigilance and maintenance.  With a 7 year old and a decent price tag I was starting to feel woozy with that prospect.

I started seeing heart break written all over this sweet gentle soul.  I've lost 3 critters since May of 2025, one being my dear Daenerys.  At this point I'm a little gun shy at the prospect of losing another horse, even though I know Chance is up there.  Squamous cell carcinoma (SCC) could be a small issue or a larger one. I've since reached out to Haflinger groups on facebook inquiring about SCC and they all have given me the information I need to know I was thinking in the correct way about this prospect. It sounded like the once and done removal of the growth was not typical. This sounded like an arduous journey I was not willing to navigate.

We decided to pass on him, we'd come back to the barn to see some other horses the seller had to show. We got to see a fun group of ladies helping another lady find her dream quarter horse.  She eventually ended up with a strawberry roan gelding with a high price tag.  He was gorgeous and looked like he was well taken care of, so most likely not from a random auction house. Hopefully it will work out well for her!

The seller brought out a couple more horses including another halfinger mare....she was in bad shape, big belly, thin, ribs and very hairy.  I would have bet she had unchecked Cushings for sure!  Poor thing. A nice halfinger/belgian cross was brought out but she was just too big....we are little horse people!  LOL. The morgan I was interested in was sold.  Oh well.  We thanked the seller and decided to head home.  There were a couple other sets of people arriving to look at horses, he was certainly busy.

We'll keep our eye out for good prospects.  The thing is Steve isn't really into horseback riding, so this will be a second rideable horse that I will have to keep up in work, with occasionally Steve going for a ride.  I want a sweet heart, and one that I can enjoy too, we've kind of decided that another gaited wouldn't be good for him.  He's mostly going to walk but if he goes up to the next gait a saddle rack would be more challenging to learn to maintain than a trot.  I've learned a lot about gaited horses but I devote myself to working with Seamus. 

We shall see what comes along.  For now I have several clinics arranged for Seamus and myself.  I also booked a weekend stay in a cabin at a ranch not far from here that includes a 2 hour guided trail ride.  You can bring your own horse so I'm hoping I'll be able to bring Seamus and get us doing some trails this year.  He's a good boy.  Summer just kills me here with the heat and humidity but my goal is to at least put in the effort for groundwork during the summer months if I'm not up for riding. Right now weather is pretty good and Seamus and I can enjoy the less buggie time for now!  Spring is so lovely in NC!

Saying Goodbye to Stubs

 Stubs shared several posts on this blog back in 2013 and beyond when I started boarding Dani at a self care stable in Colorado Springs.

The origin of Stubs was one of the boarders had adult children that found 3 wild kittens.  Instead of taming them and neutering them the boarder decided that bringing them to the self care barn and feeding them there would be a good idea this was about a year before I'd brought Dani to the barn.  The kittens were not bonded to any humans.  The fate of one kitten was that it ended up in the clubs garage unbeknownst to anyone and perished.  The other disappeared (coyotes are potentially a stow-away in a horseshow person's trailer).  Then there was Stubs.

Stubs had a full blown tail at one point and I was told by the boarder that one day she found a bodyless tail on the ground.  Either a horse stepped on it or a predator.  Obviously Stubs had gotten away and survived the harrowing ordeal.  What a traumatic life.  My heart still hurts to think of her life there.  

When I joined the barn with Dani and learned of all this I made it a point to set out food and on occasion of seeing Stubs talking to her softly. She was an unnamed cat at at the time I didn't know her sex, the short stubby tail made me think Stubs was a good barn name for her.....um him.....lol.  That fall I'd heard from that one of the club members that this little kitty had a litter of kittens, okay. So now she was Little Miss Stubs.  They couldn't get ahold of her but when the kittens were old enough they adopted them out.  Stubs remained.

It was getting into winter and the time change meant I was there at the barn later when it got dark.  Stubs would appear near Dani and I's run to go eat her food.  I'd seen her a lot and stayed chatting with her often.  I started bringing wet food regularly and ended up staying quite a while with Dani and Stubs, the three of us just chilling in the evening hours.  

A polar vortex was on the way and I feared for this dear little girl having already spend a hard 1.5 year living outside pretty much on her own raising kittens....eating kibble yes but I know for sure mice and baby bunnies were on the menu.  I seen this tiny bobcat in action!  I felt a connection to her and wanted to give her a better life or at the very least get her spayed.

I talked with a coworker at the Public Health Department that worked with feral cats.  He said his wife would trap them and then brining them in for trap neuter release and he'd lend me a trap.  I wasn't sure about TNR.  As I was growing closer to her I felt we would eventually reach that trust level and she could be an indoor cat.  I just knew it in my heart that if I trapped Stubs, she would never have to live outside on her own again.

The trapping was a success but took several resets due to her small size.  I took her home and began the work of gaining her trust.  I was hissed at that first night but after that there wasn't too much animosity.  I fed her and spent the evenings with her in our guest room.  She warmed up to me and has been my dear Mini Meow ever since.

Stubs made good friends with Armani our tuxedo cat.  They snuggled and played.  Then in 2015 when we moved to NC with them, our two dogs and later Dani.  Stubs was always kind of my cat while Armani was Steve's.  Armani loved me too and cuddled with me as well but there was a special bond with Steve.  With Stubs, I was her person.  Steve could barely hold Stubs....she always seemed to have her paws pushing away from him or he held her like a machine gun.  She was affectionate with him don't get me wrong.  And in the last couple years with Steve working from home, she decided his desk was the place to be during the day.

Stubs slept by my pillow nearly every night.  She sometimes had times where she wanted to sleep elsewhere but after a weekend away she was then stuck to me like glue on the return. 

Her cute little trot down the hall was always the cutest thing to witness.  Without her tail there just seemed to be an added element of cuteness to that derriere of hers!  Even though she'd lost her tail tragically it never stopped her and it just added to her charm. She loved boxes as all cats did, but she seemed to take it to the next level of ridiculousness and managed to squish herself into the smallest boxes.

Other kitties joined the household as we found a kitten under a bush as my work or we had a lone neighborhood kitten eating food from our outdoor kitty we inherited from friends.  Stubs let them all know she was boss.  She was the smallest of the household but even the dogs knew who ran the show!

When my parents passed she knew when I was sad and made it a point to be near me whether I was sitting at my desk, the sofa or in the bedroom.  She was my forever comfort.  Later when Dani passed, and I sat waiting for the day to have the Agape Service company pick up her remains I laid on the sofa to cry and try to find distraction on TV.  Stubs snuggled next to me to comfort me in my need.

This past year she lost her friend Armani in May 2025, he was 17.  She didn't seem to have too much trouble but she again was comfort to both Steve and I in losing our dear Armani. 

Stubs had kidney disease that was under control with her diet but the past couple years she seemed to not keep as much weight on so she was in the vets more often. Recently this fall they got her on a blood pressure medication but didn't see anything worrying about her thyroid.  We tried to get her to eat more food.  Then she started to have major issues with her back legs.  Tests were all fine and it was concluded it was most likely a slipped disc.  We went the acupuncture route and over 4 weeks her mobility improved with getting her legs under her and standing up better.  She also had gained about a pound.

We were very optimistic that she would continue to improve.  We got steps for the bed and sofa so she could get to her favorite places when she decided she didn't need sequester herself in the office "I.C.U." that we'd built around her new chosen sleeping spot.

Then after her last acupuncture she seemed to be eating less.  She occasionally had days where she seemed a little in pain from all the movement she'd been doing. One evening we noted some more labored breathing but it was short lived. Then Steve noticed she had a harder say moving around, her legs seemed a bit weaker.  The labored breathing was back with a wheezing sound.  I recorded it so I could play it for the vet the next day and hopefully get a check up appointment.  I gave Stubs her evening meds but within a minute she started vomiting violently and the wheezing increased quickly, she was having convulsions.  I was suddenly panicked not knowing what was going on and tried to help her but she went limp almost immediately.  She passed within a few moments.  It was so sudden.  

The heartbreak is almost unbearable.  In May we lost Armani, July we lost Dani and now in February we lost Stubs...the last 3 of our dear critters that came with us from Colorado.  Losing 3 pets in less than a year.  That is really, really hard.

My dear Stubs was 14.  I'd hoped that the slipped disc was healing and that she'd be around a couple more years, though not quite as agile. I know only too well that you can't avoid the inevitable.  Something else was going on and though Stubs tried so hard in her last 2 months death comes for us all. I loved her dearly and feel like she loved me just as much.  She was my little girl, my tough nugget, my mini meow. My sweet dear Stubs, I hope you know how much you meant to me. I hope you know how much you were loved.  We tried our hardest for you.  I will miss you forever and cherish every moment that I had with you.  I love you.

The End of 2025 was a Face Plant

 This year did not end the way I had hoped.  The horses had been doing well and the kitties inside were doing well. We'd gone to Cancun for Thanksgiving with friends. We were excited for some more time off.

Steve and I were planning to go to FL to see his family for Christmas.  We were really looking forward to it since it'd been a while since we were down there for a holiday. The evening before the flight, we were getting ready to go to our homebrew club holiday party. I went out to feed the horses and while grabbing hay after giving the supplements to Seamus I heard a very odd sound.  It was kind of a retching sound.  I saw Seamus spin slightly and stomp his front foot. I went into the house and told Steve, and went to grab my phone.  When I came back out he said there was a lot of mucus coming out of Seamus's nose....it was choke. I called the vet. immediately.

The vet told us since it just happened to wait about 15 minutes and call her back, sometimes things aren't that bad and it sorts itself out.  That was a long 15 minutes.  We tried to walk him some and she said to stroke his neck in the area where the blockage was. Things didn't improve so she was there shortly after my second call. He was in pain, coughed up a lot of mucus and a lot of mucus came out his nose.  I felt helpless.  Once she arrived we got warm water started since she was going to tube him to get the obstruction out. It was a gross process, I don't do well with vomit, snot and the like.  I held it together without retching myself till just about near the end when a lot of the food bits came out.  I did good though and Seamus's obstruction was  finally clear. 

The Unbeetables Pellets I used as the carrier for his supplements didn't get soaked long enough and Seamus has been bolting his small ration lately so that combo led to this incident.  I feel like such a fool.

Some snot still two days later so we started antibiotics

The next couple days were busy.  We didn't go to FL which our family understood.  I fed very small mushy meals of just hay pellets....er, hay mush.  After about 48 hours he still had a good amount of mucus from his nose so I contacted the vet about that.  To prevent a lung infection due to any aspiration from his procedure he was prescribed antibiotics for a week.  Within a few days the snotty nose did clear up; he was good about taking his apple flavored powder for the course.

We are still on a mush regimen since I'm now paranoid.  My old 27 year old gelding hates mushy food but he takes his time eating his pellets.  Seamus, the 6 year old is the one that has to eat the mush....it's so backwards!  But horses are weird. I'm glad to say that he is completely back to his normal self. Not how I wanted to end the year though!

A week after Seamus's ordeal Stubs started eating less and less to almost nothing.  She also started to have trouble getting up on the sofa where she liked to sit with us. We got her into the vet and she'd lost a good amount of weight since her October appointment.  Stubs has been on a kidney diet for 5 years now and in the last year has been getting a little skinnier (she's 13 years old). She's been in a couple times for tests etc. Thyroid is slightly low and she now has high blood pressure. She was already on some medications...now we have a little mini cat pharmacy going.

Two weeks before she was "helping" me wrap presents

The vet did many tests and all were inconclusive.  The suspicion was a urinary infection, though that seemed very slight. We treated for the symptoms with a planned x-ray or ultrasound the following week if things were still off. There could be a tumor, gut inflammation or even some type of spinal injury.  Her backend has gotten weaker where it's very hard for her to walk about.  It's been a few days since we started the treatments and she has eaten a little. We are giving her treats, sneaking in kibble, and have a couple senior cat higher calorie supplements she seems to like.  One evening she came all the way down the stairs to come to bed to sleep in her normal spot by my head. Eating is off and on, sometimes she just not interested. I just have no idea where to go from here.  We are in the wait and see and it just sucks. We have her on meds for nausea, a steroid and then also a painkiller/anti-inflammatory- plus an appetite stimulant. 

The little ICU built around the spot she's decided to stay

She has sequestered herself on the bottom shelf where we've had a self warmer (reflective) pad that the cats like to take naps on.  We've set up a little ICU around her with her microchip feeder nearby, a water fountain which she is still good about drinking and then a litter pan that is shallow and easier than the other one to navigate.  We've seen her use both but it's good to have options. We are trying to give her options to eat throughout the day...I haven't seen her use her feeder so we bring stuff directly to her. We have another appointment set up this week, unless we feel she need to come in sooner. This wait and see is no fun. 

My holiday break has been different from what I'd planned. I've been nurse to one animal or another and the worry has left me less motivated to do any of the projects I had on my list. It's been a little rough but I'm happy to do it; they are my babies. It's so stressful not knowing what to do to help them but we try our best I guess.

How Seamus Said Goodbye to Dani

This is hopefully the last really sad post about Dani's passing.  I just had to post about how emotional and sentient horses are.  Seamus's reaction to Dani's passing is much like my own and I believe he and I mourn together in our different ways.  Two species, sharing the pain together.  I'm so fortunate that I have another horse who I have a great bond with in Seamus.  Its not the same as I had with Dani and since she was my first horse, there is also that aspect.  None the less, Seamus is helping me heal. His goodbye and reaction to her being gone really spoke to me.  Horses are amazing creatures.

Dani passed and there were several hours before her remains would be picked up.  Sadly, another horse an hour away had passed and the company that we were working with had to finish up that pick up before they could come to our place.  It felt like forever. My pet sitter had helped me put up a tent to shade Dani since the heat index was over 105. I stayed inside most of the time while waiting but didn't know what to do myself. I put the TV on to have sound. I have no idea what happened in any shows I watched.  I cried a lot that's for sure.

After Dani's passing, I wanted the boys to see her, Seamus had been watching on the other side of the fence when the vet was there and I'm positive was by her side during the early stages of the colic during the night, so he knew something was going on and it wasn't good.  I let him into the barnyard to say goodbye to her.  He kept trying to put his nose on her like he always did, like a security blanket or a teddy bear to snuggle.  He pawed at the ground some, he sniffed again.  Chance began to approach but then stood stock still staring at Dani.  

I moved away from the boys and mucked the stalls, Dani's stall, the one she usually stood in during hot days to stay under the fans, was a mess. Manure was trampled everywhere. I silently worked on the barn cleaning tasks while the boys could absorb what had transpired.  Chance eventually nibbled on some grass in the barnyard and glanced at Dani a couple times.  He eventually left the area having not closely approached Dani's remains; I get it old man.  Seamus later followed suit and walked out of the barnyard.  I took that as a cue to let them into the other field for the afternoon.  It would make it easier to have them out of the barnyard when the pick-up arrived. Horses sometimes don't pass on in the easiest location and often there isn't a choice.  The company knew what they were doing at least.  I won't go into detail once they arrived and were shown where Dani lay, I retreated inside. I didn't need to be there for that.

  

After the truck and trailer had left, I brought the horses back into the barnyard while I prepped the boys evening feeding; I watched Seamus.  Seamus followed the path Dani's body had been moved on the "sled", inch by inch, from the gate where the trailer had parked, back up to the area she had lain in her last moments. 

He pawed at dirt and sniffed and pawed some more.  He was processing.  He knew she was gone.  He came over to me and pushed his soft nose into my hands.  I stroked his nose and neck, "I know sweet boy, she's gone.  I know..." 

The days that have passed since then have been hard.  The first week back to work, I had to take a couple days off and then work from home some....I wasn't very productive in any sense of that word.  My closest co-workers hugged me while I cried; they have my back.  This has been a hard year.  We lost Armani our 17 year old cat in May. The heart ache doesn't get easier but I would never make the choice of not knowing these wonderful souls.  

Seamus helps me each day, I have cried pretty much every feeding time.  Missing her nickers and her soft muzzle, her mane decorated in mud or hay bits. Seamus is there with his soft muzzle to comfort me.  Chance is there with his as well.  Having these beautiful souls to care for is comforting as I mourn my mare.  She's gone but will never be forgotten.

Heartbreak in a little Box

Dani's mane...

and Dani's tail...

The physical remains of this beautiful creature I called friend arrived today. I cried.

They were cleaned of the mud and muck and hay that had matted them in Dani's last hours as she rolled in pain.  The hair is probably cleaner than they have been most of her life.  I loved to groom her and bathe her (when she tolerated it!) but that mare loved the dirt. Any clean part of her body would very shortly be dusted with sand or silt, and then a full body shake with a grunt showed me Dani was very satisfied "ruining" my work.  That was my girl. That's horses in general if we are honest, but some more than others!

I loved stroking her mane on a calm evening and listening to her munch on hay. Holding the cuts of mane in my hand without my mare feels so alien and so final.  

I miss her so much.  Her presence is VERY absent at the barn, the quiet is deafening. Sure, Seamus says hi, trying to reach his muzzle out to place it on my arm but he's not Dani.  I love him though; we are both grieving. I'm sure Chance feels the change, but he hadn't been around Dani as much the past few years as he's needed more food and grass to keep him from losing weight so management had kept them away from each other for a lot of time.

Not long after Dani entered into my life, I had trimmed a piece of her tail to have it made into a bracelet.  It was from the underside of her tail and pretty dark; it's very pretty and I've love it.  With her shiny chestnut mane though I think I need another bracelet that truly shows how gorgeous this little red headed mare was.

I'm still teetering between denial and bargaining (or better known as coulda, woulda, shoulda, and what if...) in the grief stages.  I can't believe she's gone.  In an instant, with no warning, I'm still questioning if there was anything I could have or should have done.  I see her halter, I touch it.  I now have her mane and tail, I touch those.  It's not pony butt, it's not Dani. She's gone.

I am very fortunate to have Seamus in my life.  I can cry and hug him; I can bury my face in his mane.  He seems to understand the grief; he seems to have felt it too. We are both lost without our mare.

No horse should go across the rainbow bridge with their tail.  And Dani was the best pony this horse crazy girl could ever have dreamed up.  I will cherish her forever.

The Best Horses in Heaven, They Have No Tail

by Miska Carlberg Paget

The best horses in Heaven

they have no tail.

This is a rule they all know

without fail.

For when a new horse arrives

with a short cut bob,

they all know that this horse

did a very good job.

His owner could not bear

to part with her friend

so she saved his tail,

wrapped in ribbons

and in braids,

to hold with his memory

in a very loving way.

To enter Heaven

without a tail

is an honor,

a message,

that without fail

announces to everyone,

far and wide

that this horse

was more than a wonderful ride.

But

this horse was loved and cherished by one

and when his time serving on this Earth was done

he left behind

a broken heart

and a soul

from which he never will part.

My Dear Dani

I lost my beautiful mare Daenerys on July 26^th.  It’s a shock still to even think those word. I keep hoping to hear her soft nickers greeting me every morning and every evening. I keep expecting her to "put Seamus in his place" when he got too pushy.  The barn is quiet even with two geldings to feed. I think they feel just as lost without her as I do.

I know there will be posts to come with memories and thoughts, but here is what happened, very unexpectedly.

Steve and I were in Raleigh starting Wednesday for Galaxycon and had our pet sitter taking care of the animals as usual.  Dani has been doing really well, lost some weight from being on the track system through early spring until the spring grass took over and I had to keep her and Seamus in the wormhole area since she’s a continued laminitis risk.  Chance has been doing well too, keeping weight on.  Dani developed a cough this spring, vets said it was allergies and nothing had really been helping her but her cough was occasional, and she did not have the heavy breathing like Chance and the heaves he has been dealing with the past couple years.  As the weather got hotter we’d been worried about keeping all the horses cool.  I'd been hosing them off when needed and keeping up with the skin issues from the constant sweating. Considering the weather we'd all been coping really well.

Chance received a terrible shave job by us, but that helped a lot with his sweating and seems to keep him cooler despite looking like he was attacked by Edward Scissorhands.  Chance and Dani both have cushings, but he’s the one that has the long coat symptoms.  So going into this weekend being away I didn’t have many worries about the ponies.  Fresh water, good hay, fans in the barn…all the things to keep them cool and happy.

I received a call Saturday morning from my petsitter.  Dani was down and not wanting to get up.  There was a lot less manure on the ground as well.  I told Kris to call the vet and I would be on my way from Raleigh.  It’s a 50-minute drive.  I’d checked my cameras late the previous night while at the Con in Raleigh I'm that owner that has barn cams to check on horses even when there are pet sitters.  One had a spider web over it so I didn’t see much.  The barn cam didn’t show much either but generally the ponies sleep on the slope just past the barn view cam. I didn't really worry since Kris had checked them that evening to feed and all was well.  I had the pictures of each horse since she's awesome, being a horse owner herself she totally gets it!  Even in the morning, at 7am when I woke up in bed, I ran through my cameras to check on the ponies and didn’t see anything to worry about….then I got the call.

I drove home….that was a long drive but thankfully little traffic for a Saturday morning leaving the “big” city for my little hamlet of Bahama, NC.  I’ve had this type of call but the concern had always been Chance, my frail boy that I constantly worry about.  The last time the vet and my farrier saw Dani they were saying she was looking really good (just a few days ago for her recent pedicure even). I held onto hope, maybe we caught it early and it would work itself out.

I headed back to the barn when I arrived to find the vet and my petsitter.  Dani was still lying down in pain, breathing heavily and grunting.  She moved slightly to get up when she heard me but could not and lay back down.  The prognosis was not good.  Her lactate was really high and from palpation the vet said she suspected strangulating lipomas. Pain meds and other treatments had little effect.  I had to research strangulating lipomas later that day but learned the "event" can happen quickly and there’s really no warning sign that there is a fatty tumor until a colic occurs.  The small intestine slips through a gap in the tumor that older horses develop and when the intestines are moving food, they can then become entangled and unable to move back to proper position.  The lactate being at 10 meant there was probably a good section cut off and potentially necrotic tissue.

Oh Dani, my dear girl.  I stroked her neck and talked to her about how wonderful a girl she was and how much I loved her.  The only solution was surgery but the prognosis for that was not good either, she was in so much pain I don’t think she would have made it even if I’d wanted to go that route. The recovery from any colic surgery is sketchy, she’s 26 and a laminitis risk post surgery. I was up against a wall in a horrible nightmare with my sweet Daenerys in pain.  I didn't feel like I had an option to wait and see. What a horrible place to be in but I needed to be there for her and made the decision to let her go and end her pain. 

I kneeled beside her while the vet met preparations and arrangements for Dani's  remains.  I stroked Dani's soft neck and thanked her being my mare, my first horse, my dream horse come true and told her how blessed I was to have the honor to love and care for her.  I hoped that if there is a continued existence, that she would be grazing green pastures again soon. I told her how she gave me the confidence to continue riding after I’d had so many falls right before I met her.  I instantly felt safe with her, she was a kind, soulful mare and our connection was immediate.  Nestling my face into her mane was one of the greatest joys I have ever experienced.  I loved riding her, she was brave and solid.  She was golden.  After her laminitis recovery, riding was less and less, but going out to love on her and groom her was a delight for both of us. Going out just to be with her was all I needed. The vet returned and we gave her the mercy of peace.  As Dani slowly slipped away, I stroked her neck and told her I loved her.  Her pain was over.

She is the most beautiful horse I have ever seen.  Her coat was a copper penny that shone warmly in the sun and sparkled like there was a light from within. Everyday, I would feed the horses and love on each one but I could not help myself but admire her and feel awed that I was so fortunate to have her in my life.  Her fine-featured face, soft eyes, unruly mane and tail, the cute white strip on her face that stopped short of her velvet gray muzzle.  I loved her three little socks and one solid leg and the left hind leg "parti hoof"; half white and half dark, the white sock on that leg having little dots of chestnut in it like the sock couldn’t make up its mind what color it should be. She was my little red mare so full of sass and love and with the best nuzzling muzzle I've ever known, always gently looking for treats (though sometimes not so gently!) and when I found that itchy spot her muzzle would often try to groom me back, I was in her herd. I always laughed at the unashamed face she made when I cleaned her itchy udder pure ecstasy!  I would enjoy going out to the field or barn and rest my arms and head on her back, breathing in her scent and enjoying a sunset lit evening while she munched hay quietly feeling the breeze wisp pieces of her mane across my arm. 

She is going to be missed.  I am heartbroken and devastated. She was the reason for this blog before I'd ever even met her.  She was the lifelong dream realized. She was the hope of a little girls begging question "Can I have a pony?"  She was the resounding answer, "YES!"

The barn, now with only two geldings, feels empty with her sudden disappearance.  I love you Daenerys, my Dani girl, my pony butt.  I hope you know how much I loved you. I tried to give you the best care I could through all our years together. You are my pony. You will never be forgotten and the dream of you will stay alive because you touched my heart so profoundly....I will never be the same. 

     

       

Be Gone Tiny Gnats!

Warm weather means flies and even the tiniest flies, grouped into humans' minds as gnats, can be a pain!  Seamus has a swarm circling his little black ears in the summer and when I'm working with him, he's constantly shaking his head and ears.  It seems really irritating!

Let's hope this ear bonnet does the trick! They make his ears look even bigger!  LOL.

Serene Sunday- Northern Lights from October 2024!!!!!

 I never posted about this event!  

Pictures are amazing, in real life it was still pretty cool, a moving reddish haze with some light greens.  Not quite the spectacle we saw with the naked eye in Iceland but seeing any aurora this far south is amazing!