We are down three horses in our farm. One of our best horses, my horse that I had been getting ready for me to ride and show this summer got a displaced colon and we had to euthanize her. One of our old horses that we rescued died of old age and then we sold one (without trying to sell her.... )
The kids seems to be taking it in stride. Ellie (who is the most emotionally intune) has been overly helpful since I am the one taking it the hardest.
Most of the time around here dusty and the girls will take off for a ride but with babies and food... I don't get out as much as I would like BUT today I left Licy in charge of the sleeping Andy and Ellie and I took off.
The only horse I have left here is my old mare. My 4-h comrade and my high school secret keeper.
It's just what the doctor ordered. Muscle memory kicks in as soon as my butt his the saddle and it's like we've never had a break. 25 years old and she doesn't miss a hoof beat and she's still the fastest most up-beat horse on the place. I get her and she gets me and we can just go with no thought or care in the world. Dusty is going to have impossible shoes to fill when she too goes to the big field in the sky.
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