What started out as a great Valentine's Day is ending up a day I will never forget.. We had to put down our old friend, an hour ago, the one horse that taught Mike and I how to ride. We had her for 18 years. She was 29. These pictures were just taken last spring. She had just turned 29. Hard to believe as she was always a very well built horse..
It wasn't age that was her dimise, but the ice in the corral. She slipped while running and playing with the other horses and hit her head on a door latch to the stalls. She was fatally injured and Mike had to help her out of her misery.. which is such a hard thing to do...
What a sweet personality this little mare had. She loved people and attention and would do anything for you. Great trail horse. She loved the trails and won lots of ribbons on trail courses in competition. Our grandkids all got their first rides on this mare. Her name was Weebit. Short for Weebit O Trouble which she never was.
Okay.. I can't write any more now... The hurt will go away in a few days.. I hope..