Chief Skydog






Chief Skydog,

I wrote this for you during our last days together...


He galloped into my life,
this steed of white and sorrel!!!
A real Indian paint
named Red Chief Geronimo!

He galloped into my life,
needing stall and me and saddle!
A real Indian paint
requires intense discovery!

He galloped into my life,
this horse of Indian lore.
A real Indian paint
leading me to cowgirl glory!

Breathing strained, we now walk
Time well spent - born is trust.
Oh, so thankful that our paths have crossed
Now we are one and not alone!


On Tuesday, February 6, 2007, hopefully said to be done out of kindness, I had my Buddy, Chief Skydog, euthanized. He is buried on a hillside in a horse pasture within Tanglewood.

I am in a horrible state of grief. When I can return to the barn, I will know that I am alright. Just don't know who I am without my boy!

Thank you for being so special. You were so good for me. You made me happy. I felt so safe. Known for your 'laid back' personality. We could have gone anywhere - you walked right up the trailer plank! We used the 'bitless bridle' to ease your mouth from my unorthodox holding of your reins. Gave you treats along the way. I allowed you to graze every now and then. Made a few fellers get loud about that.

I'd always wanted to go swimming with you. The closest that we got was the time that we followed Austin (dog) into the river. Well, I decided not to get wet, so I just gracefully rolled off of you and on to the bank! We were the talk of the barn!

Our barn manager had his birthday celebrated by us. The night before, I wrote 'Happy Birthday, Tom' on your lovely, white rump in ruby red lipstick. He says it took him awhile, but he did notice!!!

On a trip to Blowing Rock, I felt the beginnings of your demise. The last hour of our four hour ride toward the barn, I noticed that your feet were sore. I got off and walked beside you. At one point you took off. Others panicked that you would run away! I knew. A couple of our friends went to find you. Meanwhile, I called out your name. Friends affirm that you heard my voice and came to a complete stop. They were with you when I caught up! You were so faithful.

I heard sounds of strained breathing. Had to convince our vet that this was not right. Scope confirmed blockage in your guttural pouch. After three State clinics, I had to be the one to decide about your life ending. I have documented every step and telephone call that I made to get you on a wellness trail! But I have found that horses do not get people treatment, even when I thought it would be so simple of a treatment.


I just pray:

You'll not want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please let me go.
Do not grieve that it should be you who has to decide this thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years.
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Excerpt from "If It Should Be"
(Author Unknown)


I love you, Skydog.














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