My Soapbox for Equestrian Writings
It is unfortunate that our animals — who are truly members of our family — don’t live longer. Curly had a good run, closing in on thirty-three, when the infirmities of old age caught up with her. Last weekend, she needed to be helped over the Rainbow Bridge, because the final gift we can give […]
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It’s been a lot of months since I’ve written regularly. First, Zelda died. Then I took on a horse, Finn, who didn’t really work out for me. It’s the first time I’ve taken on a project horse that was too much for me, but after I got him back to a good weight, he started […]
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Horses sure have a talent for getting into places they shouldn’t. When I went to feed earlier this week, Finn came galloping up from the far pasture. That in itself was unusual, but what was more unusual was that, although it was dinner time, Curly wasn’t moving. She was standing in a pile of brush. […]
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I won’t deny it. The last few months have been tough. Zelda was a big personality and one of the most fun horses I’ve ever owned, and I’ve missed her terribly. It’s the primary reason why I haven’t been blogging, although Finn is turning into a sweet, mischievous boy with whom I’m sure I’ll have […]
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Part of my grief response to losing Zelda was the realization that I needed another horse. The problem is, I hate horse shopping. My husband innocently suggested that it would be “fun” to try other horses. Sadly, while some people might enjoy the horse shopping experience, for me it’s right up there with shopping for […]
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There’s no “right” way to grieve the loss of your horse. For me, the grief has come in waves so strong that they still take my breath away and bring tears to my eyes. I haven’t been blogging much since Zelda died. It’s been too raw, too fresh to think too much about her or […]
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Yesterday, Curly and Zelda staged a jailbreak, knocking down the electric fence and wandering through some thick brush. When the ground is frozen the electric fence doesn’t work that well, and with winter blankets to protect them, I doubt they felt much of anything. Unfortunately, Curly did not emerge unscathed. She managed to slice her […]
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Sometimes horse life worries drive me nuts. This week I had to drive back to the barn to make sure I turned off the water (I had). It’s one of those every day things where you just can’t remember if you did it yesterday . . . or today. Same with latching the feed room […]
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