Monday, April 25, 2011

Pictures of Coco

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Monday, April 18, 2011

Picture of Butterfly

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Junebug's Job

This is the first time in four years that Junebug, our fluffy little Shetland pony, isn't holding vigil over an ancient dying friend. She seems relieved. Instead she gets to spend her days with Bianca and Solomon who are reasonably healthy, whole, and hearty and are able to support her on bad days.

In 2010 she attended Cassie who was 30+ years old and died of congestive heart failure. Until that time they were constant companions. In 2009 she was with Willie who loved her madly. We watched once as she brought him back from the dead. We found him in his stall with no pulse, no breath. We brought Junebug in and he woke up! Ten people saw this happen. Though we made him as comfortable as we could, as humans, in the end Junebug and Cassie were his greatest comfort in his last days.

One day we found him down in his stall again. We didn't let him get up this time. Surrounded by all his friends, we handed him over to his angel who waited there. Dear, ancient old man - our Willie.

In 2008, 36-year old Nessa died on the first full moon after the spring equinox. Junebug's stall was directly across from Nessa's. Nessa was a beautiful, broken, sad old quarter horse mare who was so comforted to have Junebug standing guard, always. After three months of illness she faded away.

In 2007 it was Snowdrop. Snowdrop was very private. Junebug's was the only friendship that she desired. They would stand together and groom each other. Snowdrop had terrible, unmanageable laminitis. We eventually lost the battle. On a warm,, Spring rainy day, in the presence of both Junebug and Solomon, we turned her, too, over to her angel.

Junebug was given the opportunity to say goodbye to all of them. She touched their dead bodies with her nose and turned away. It was as if she knew that her job was done. She never outwardly grieved for any of them. She knew how ill they all were, but now it was over for them. They would never hurt again. It was okay to leave them now.

Junebug is a fussy, grumpy little thing and often looks like she has been sucking lemons, but as I whispered to her, "What do you think, girl? Is it nice that you don't have to worry about anyone this year?" She turned around in her stall with her ears up and all the lights on in her eyes. She came to me and was just full of love, as I pushed her forelock back and massaged her little face. Even a pony needs a rest from her burdens.

Many have tried to adopt Junebug, but she has a valuable job to do here at the rescue. Though she has health issues of her own, she always seems to know which tottery, frail being needs her help. Though she is only ten hands tall, she has a powerful spirit that keeps them on their feet when all else fails. The size of the body has nothing to do with the size of the spirit.

So our little pony who is 17 years old will, hopefully, have a good summer with no responsibilities. She is a favorite of all the little girls who work here and will thrive on her spa treatments during her time off, until she has to step up, yet again, to hold vigil over the next one who needs her.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Pictures of Bianca, Junebug and Solomon

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Is it finally over?

Though I prefer the discomforts of winter to those of summer, this winter has been extremely tough on us all. I just wonder at what age enough is enough. At our farm we have been dealing with Czardas' ruptured tendon, Tim and Junebug have hoof abscesses, Belle has an injured knee, and on the day that I broke my wrist from a fall on the ice, Faith injured her right eye rather severely. One of my friends was savaged by her stallion who ripped off her scalp and one of her ears. Yipes!!! One friend is trying a riding program while caring for 17 horses and her grandchild, while another is almost in the same fix.

My wise friend Cathy S. said to me one day, "You know, Nina, it's okay to give yourself permission to quit." She herself runs an extensive lessons program and houses around 25 horses.

This year I feel very, very old. I look old, too.

As I write this while sitting in my truck at the farm, I rejoice because I can actually see mud in the driveway. I could just kiss it!! There is still two feet of snow and too much ice most days to put horses out. They don't ever want to go out anymore.

I guess maybe I complain too much, but the only day I've had off in seven years is the one I spend in the emergency room three months ago with my broken wrist. It was like a vacation.

It is amazing the things I learned to do with one hand.

I, as well as my other old horse women friends (we are all between 60 and 70 years old), will just go on because we have to.

Many thanks to all of my new friends who rallied to the cause to help me. People are good. I love you.

Please don't forget us - we still need money to run Eye of the Storm, we can't do this without your help.

p.s. We have six aracuna bantam hens who each lay a different color egg! I find that to be just magical!! They are really cute, too.