Maggie






March 15, 2000 - August 1, 2006


I met Maggie in the spring of 2004 after a 25 year hiatus from having horses in my life. From the moment our eyes met, I know we were meant to be together. Her owner had just bought her from a man that had no clue to the care for horses and she was extremely thin. After spending some time with her, I knew she had some formal training by the way she allowed me to handle her and how she responded on the long line. I rode her bareback for a few minutes and she responded to every cue. I bought her at a steal as her new owner had no need for her, he just felt sorry for the situation she was in.

From the moment I brought her home, she followed me around like a well-trained dog. She kept herself about one foot away from my right shoulder, turning with me and stopping when I did. After several months of special diets, supplements and exercise, she looked like a completely different horse.

I started riding her in the fall of that first year and she turned out to be my dream horse. She would do anything I asked without hesitation. I started taking her to the training facility for our local mounted posse. There was nothing they could throw at her that made her flinch...from smoke bombs to helicopters flying over. She had turned the heads of many members of the mounted posse. 

In the spring of 2005, I bred her to one of the mounted posse's stallions. He was one of the most mellowed out stallions I had ever been around and was hoping with both Maggie and his dispositions, I would get the horse of a lifetime. Along about Maggie's sixth month of pregnancy, she grass foundered. Between the many visits of the vets and farrier, we were able to get her comfortable and she went on through her pregnancy with no further complications.

Maggie foaled a beautiful filly on April 2, 2006. As feared, the stress of labor brought new pain and complications to her front feet. The vet visits and farrier visits were weekly for a while and then 2 times a month, but we were never able to get her pain free. She never lost the twinkle in her eyes until one morning when I went out to the barn to turn her and her little filly out. She had this dull look in her eyes and she just stood there with her head on my shoulder. I knew it was time. I called my vet and told him the time had come. He came out later that day when it had cooled off and peacefully put her down. She laid down and I held her head in my lap while she took her last breath. My tears flowed like a river as I heard her four month old baby calling for her Momma.

She is buried in a shady grove just behind our barn. Wild flowers and ferns grow around the statue I had placed on her grave. Their presence tells me her spirit is still with me and that she is waiting for me to cross the Rainbow Bridge.

MagzMom














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