It reminds us to hug our horses every day - for being our four-legged therapist and for being our team mate.
|Believe it or not, but Suzie was actually the youngest horse there.|
Both horses had lived quite a long and fulfilling life - both achieving some serious awards and satin in their days. The Anglo-Arab, Amythyst, was nearing her early 30s and the Hano was not far behind.
It shouldn't have come as a shock, but it is upsetting nontheless.
|Not me riding, but Mithras doing the fancy stuff.|
He was probably around 15 here.
Me and Am at a clinic doing the cloverleaf exercise.
|Showing teeny tiny x-rails in 2009.|
|Same show, a few jumps later...|
Especially when I too have suffered my own loss.
On July 10th, the mare that I had previously blogged about, foaled out a beautiful solid colt who was aptly named "Sunday". I realize that I have flip-flopped over a made horse vs a foal, but as soon as I saw him, I knew I had to have him.
|Freshly born, with big floppy ears.|
I was feeling like I was on Cloud 9 - my favorite broodie mare foaled out a nice big chestnut colt. Exactly what I was looking for.
|His neat tail, which made his full|
Paint registration pending.
I remained optimistic, but it was just not meant to be. July 19th, Sunday was laid to rest with what the vet suspects was a ruptured bladder.
|Rest in Peace, sweet Sunday.|