Thursday, June 20, 2013

When Time Stops

I haven't blogged much this year...time was precious and life was hurtling by at an amazing speed.

But then something happens that makes you stop. Makes you breathe. Makes you review every moment that you took for granted.

Moose Tracks is gone. I had to let my boy go. I wish now I had more fully treasured every ride, every cuddle, every adventure.

The face I saw first thing after work every day
We napped together

Played together
Napping with his Goat
Flying together
Goof. He made me smile. Every day.

Thank you MooseMan

I know the question will be asked...Moose went lame on and off...it never got better and as the ground hardened it got worse. X-rays revealed Navicular Syndrome. In my mind we would continue on as a dressage partnership. But the subsequent MRI revealed such advanced damage. It was shocking. My brave boy had done so much for me without a hint of pain... but the pain was there now. And no special shoes or injections would make it go away. He was miserable at home. The ground had hardened and no amount of fly spray would keep him from stomping flies with those tender feet. I opted to euthanize. It was not fair to him anymore.

And so I go on. But my life is forever changed by a wonderful pony named Moose Tracks.


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Well, Hello there!

Winter has finally arrived in East Central Illinois.

I welcomed him as I awoke at 4:30 to negative 8.

Blurry eyed the layering process began -thermals, sweaters carharts, ski mask and hat. The the 'bucket brigade' morning ritual of filling buckets with hot water in the bath tub hauled down the stairs and outside to the waiting to animals.

Water is served. gran made up and delivered to the pony with frosty whiskers and the little goat with the wagging tail. As they eat their cereal I trudge to the hay barn and back filling the feeder for the day.

Back to the house to remove the layers and begin a re-layering of sorts -on go the slacks, the button down. Make-up and hair gel applied.

Off to work already planning the evening chores -much the same as the morning.

Riding does not factor in as I leave and arrive in the dark during the work week. Maybe this weekend if the weather holds.