Monday Morning Ritual

Monday mornings, especially now that it’s warmed up, means coffee on the deck, with a toast to my favorite Girl…

Lovely bum!

This past weekend, on the hottest day of the year, her skull finally made it from the cage to the maceration tub.
Along with some other bones.
Now, we wait.
Change the water every couple of weeks.
And wait some more.
Hopefully, with the heat of summer full upon us now, maceration won’t take long, and I’ll have my sweet mare’s skull clean and ready for decorating.
And I know it sounds cold and awful to be cleaning her skull, but I have been a bone collector for years…longer than Hubby and I have been together.
Truth is, if I *didn’t* keep Cookie’s skull, I know I would regret it.
😦
I always knew I would keep hers…I just thought it would be another 15 years from now before she gave it to me.

 ❀

Monday mornings remind me how much I miss her sassyness, her demands for coffee and gingersnaps, those breaths of horsie breath in my face…

34 weeks today.

From her colic 2 years ago…it really was the beginning of the end for her…all the money and vet visits in the world just prolonged things, and we still had no answers until the very end.

And I still miss her like it just happened today…

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Cinder-Bella

I have 2 things I tell the horses when asked to do hard things…

  1. You can do hard things. You’re not gonna die. You can do this.
  2. You can do it Cinderella!

Well, yesterday Sable had a vet visit…

Y’see, she’s been needing to get her teeth floated (link here to what that means, in case someone doesn’t know) and we made the appointment for yesterday. Hubby had the day off, so it would be an “all hands on deck” kinda day.

I love Sable.
I can do just about anything to her, or with her.
She’s pretty awful about people sticking hands in her mouth. Always has been…though with time and patience, she’s getting better about it.
But, that’s one of the reasons we knew she needed her teeth done.
And, last week, she was showing small signs of having trouble eating…which meant that no matter how much I worked with her to be okay about checking inside her mouth, I could not put off her dental work any longer.
Appointment was set.

But then…

Because like Farm Friend Toosh said…”It’s always something,…..isn’t it…?…..!!”

Yesterday morning, we go out to check on everyone, and get Sable ready for her appointment and find her face like this:

See the swelling on the right side?

I had initially said the swelling was on her left side…I’m an idiot. It’s clearly on her right side.
Oh, and she was not feeling good at all.
Thankfully, the Dr was just a 1/2 hour out and I promised her, he’d help her feel better.

When he arrived, I explained the situation, and he examined her.
He didn’t think it was a tooth causing the infection, and didn’t think it was strangles either (thank goodness!!) but something was clearly going on…

So, my “you can do this Cinderella” horse got a pain shot, and is on a 5 day course of antibiotic to clear this up.
Once that’s done, we’ll reassess to see if she needs another round of antibiotic, and then we’ll talk about her float.
She felt so bad yesterday that there was no way we were going to consider going ahead with the float.
Fighting with 1400lbs to do dental work when she’s not well is never a good idea.
So, I pay a little more in travel fees for the vet to come back out…worth it to get my Big Girl healthy before doing her teeth.

“Sing ‘Soft Pony’ to me Mama…drugged and in pain is a kinda sick…”

Somewhere along the way, when I was telling her “you can do this Cinderella” I turned Cinderella into Cinder-Bella…because she’s our Palomino Princess.
It just fit.
❀

Not Quite Wordless Wednesday

Sunrise photos have been happening again.
This makes me happy because sunrise is my favorite time to take pictures…

This set is from just shortly after, on a cool cloudy morning…but the light was still marvelous!

It all started when I saw a certain Palomino laying down in the green, green grass:

“Whatchu want Mama, with the beepy thing…”

“Well, if I don’t have to get up that’s good…I’m a little peckish”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“Soooooo itchy!!”

Sharing for Wordless Wednesday with Comedy Plus,
Image-in-ing and Create with Joy

All Time Favorites

With this prompt and post, the Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post is no more…
*sigh*

Since it’s the final installment of the Photo Challenge, the theme is
All Time Favorites, with an eye on sharing an all time favorite photo…
I can do that.
πŸ™‚
Favorite photo from a favorite session with a favorite edit of a favorite horse…

A little before…

The idea here was to make editing for a black background portrait as minimal as possible, so I walked her into the shelter, stood her where the light was the best on her face/side, handed off the lead rope to The Kid and stepped back…

It’s a lovely image as it is.
Of course, I’m biased because of that whole “favorite horse” thing. πŸ˜‰

But, a wee bit of time editing and it went from a lovely image to my favorite photo of her ever.

After…

One day, I’ll have this image printed as large as I can afford…
This is one that deserves a special place on the wall.
πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

And now, I have to wander off and find a new source of inspiration for those days when I just don’t know what to write.

Sharing for Thankful Thursday at Brian’s Home…

I’m thankful for the memories The Daily Post has helped me create, and the doors participating opened as I found new blogs to read and new folks dropped by.
I’m thankful for the new friends and old ones.
I’m thankful for life, for love, for my world and all those in it.
πŸ™‚

It’s a great day to be alive
I know the sun’s still shinin’
when I close my eyes
There’s some hard times
in the neighbourhood
But why can’t every day be just this good?
~ Travis Tritt

 

(A little musical inspiration for the day)

13

Monday was Cookie’s 13th birthday.
I had in my mind for a while, long before she passed, that I wanted to do a cake smash with her.
This was supposed to be her year for it…

Instead, her herdmates enjoyed her cake for her.
Seems like it should have been a bittersweet shoot, but it turned out to be great fun. ❀

Hubby offers some cake to Sable…

He mighta smooshed it into her muzzle a wee bit…being it’s a cake smash and all… πŸ˜‰

Ruby’s turn…you can see icing on Astrid’s muzzle…

That tongue…lol!

And then Hubby set the cake down, so all 3 could enjoy it at once…

Ruby:
“Y’know what I like?”

“CAAAAAAKKKKEEE!”

And then our dear sweet Blonde Girl had a moment with her friend’s halter…
πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

Sharing for Wordless Wednesday with Comedy Plus, image-in-ing, and Create With Joy.

The Thing About Heart Horses…

Last week, I read Anna Blake’s post on this very topic…
Heart Horses.

Initially, I had a very negative reaction to the post.
The angry monkeys in my head demanded their typewriters to bang out their thoughts…

And then I stepped back and thought about it all.
I came to this…

I have, since a month or so after bringing her Home, called Cookie my heart horse.
Why?
Because to me, she was/is/always will be the most special, most influential equine in my life.
It took a whole lotta *something* to get her and I together, and once it was done, there was only death to separate us.

So, does that mean my others…Ruby, Sable, Astrid…are any *less* special to me because they’re not Cookie?
I don’t think so.
They are who they are, and they are special in their own ways.

Sable is my accident prone, but rock solid, lean on me Mama I can hold you up, bombproof horse.
Ruby is my challenge Mama all day every day, if it ain’t my idea I ain’t doing it, horse.
Astrid is my happy Little Red who loves brushings and cuddles and forehead rubs and those rare times I let her lick me…dang that mare likes to lick things!! lol

They all hold a special place in my heart.

Unlike Cookie though, they were all pretty darn quick to come to the charm of The Food Lady.
Cookie was a force of her own, she gave nothing freely, and I earned every little thing she offered me.

When you have to spend hours on end sitting, waiting, leaving, and coming back day after day, to finally get a hand on a horse…
When you have to stand and wait in -30*c cold, hands uncovered because gloves are an unknown, to finally get a hand on a horse…
When you walk out the door one morning, after so many mornings like the ones above, and that horse calls and meets you at the gate…
When that horse drops her muzzle so you can gently blow and greet her…

So that was the foundation of our relationship.
Me being patient (for the most part), and her trying to decide if I was worth trusting.
And when she offered her trust, it was a high like nothing I have ever experienced.
How could I not love her a wee bit more than the others?
How could I not give her the biggest chunk of my heart?

But don’t think it was all pretty and rainbows, because it wasn’t.
It was hard work.
It was a lot of wanting to give up.
It was a lot of frustration for both of us.
It was her avoiding me for days on end.
It was a lot of heartache, as I wondered if I was in over my head (short answer? yes).
There was mud and blood(mostly mine) and bruises(also mine) and shit…and tears.
It was a lot of days ending in tears.

Oh, but those days, few and far between in the beginning, when she’d let slip some normal horse behaviour, or she’d show me a cheeky moment (nibbling my braid was a favorite), or she’d just choose to stand next to me and be…
I’ve said it over and over…it was like she was my dealer, and those bits of trust she let slip were the crack I lived for.

Yeah.
She was, and always will be, my Heart Horse.
There will never be another one like her.
And y’know what?
I’m glad for that.
Because I know and recognize that, I can love others, give them a spot in my heart, and give them what they need, without comparing them to HER.
My love for her does not diminish the love for the others…any others.
And, quite frankly, loving a horse like Cookie just plain ain’t easy…it is…well, it’s exhausting

At the end of the day, I know the term bugs people.
I see the eye rolls, the little laughs, the snorts of derision…
My favorite (said quietly, but within my hearing) “Only fluffy horse lovers call any horse that…” implying that I couldn’t possibly be a real horse person.
Meh.
That’s okay, because, truthfully, people bug me like the term bugs them. lol
I’d much rather be with the horses.
(Okay, I’ll grant, some people are okay. πŸ˜‰ )
When I use the term, I’m not using it for others.
I’m using it for me…for her…for us.

And if that bothers other people, or makes them think less of me as a horsewoman, that’s okay too.
I’ve never much cared what people think of me, so how someone else feels about my usage of a few simple words…not my problem.

When I got back into this life of horses, it was for her:

❀

It was always about her…
To the horse world here, she may not have been much to look at, she may not have been anything more than a broodmare, she may not have been anything more than a number run through at auction…
But to me, she was the world.
My Heart Horse.

Aaaaaand….
Now I’ll just take the typewriters away from the angry monkeys and go on about my day.