When I first met Butterscotch
it was at Sugarcreek Auction House, and she was the only horse in one pen
that wasn't a draft. She was a very light palomino QH mare with apparent
worm and skin issues. I copied her auction sticker on my palm, and when she
went up for bid, I outbid a kill buyer to buy her for $275. It turns out
she was a PMU mare and she would've gone to slaughter surely if it wasn't
for me.
She got home to our two stall barn the next day and was stalled the entire
day. Three days later she was introduced to Ronique, my beloved TB gelding.
They were instantly friends.
About two months after I had her, she started to get the worst diarrhea.
She had no more worms or lice, but her digestion system was terrible. Eight
months into owning her, she got her halter stuck on her stall door and pulled
it to the main barn gates, either breaking her neck or strangling her to
death (I assume its the latter because she loved to scratch her head on her
stall door). She was my first mare and I deeply miss her.
She died at about an age
of 25. I remember all the good times I had with her...all the work into gaining
her trust...the countless memories of her playing with Ronique in pasture...her
fondness of me at the last of her months. Even though she was still a little
distant, it didn't matter to me because I had really loved her, and I know
she is up in horsey heaven roaming the green pastures with her
friends.
Its been almost five years since then, but my memories of her will never
die. I miss her sparse creme colored coat and her white/flaxen mane. I'm
glad she got to enjoy living with me for her last eight months. Thanks for
making this site.
Annastasia
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