Time Flies



Time flies. I can hardly believe how quickly a month has gone by since my last post.

Bear continues to recover and is enjoying basking in the sun whilst on restricted turn out, (i.e. he hangs out in the round pen, not a paddock, lest he re-injure himself galloping around like a wildebeest.) He’s still bananas for bananas, and having fun just being himself and making people smile.

He’ll be a great therapy horse.

Meanwhile, the dressage horse search continues.

It’s more challenging than you might imagine. Sure, there are lots of horses needing homes, just like there are lots of single people wanting partners. But finding a suitable horse is as difficult as finding a suitable mate ~ it takes time and you don’t want to appear too desperate lest you make an inappropriate choice. 😉 Horse and rider matchmaking is a serious and time-consuming business.

I’ve walked away from two promising horses because of navicular issues. I already have a high maintenance horse, and while I’m all for rescuing and rehabbing horses, it’s not the route I wish to take with my next riding horse. So, I’ll just persevere in my search and at some point, when the stars are aligned and all the cosmic tumblers have fallen into place, the “right horse” will walk into my life and wonder what took me so long.

Timing is everything, of course. There have been other things going on in the background which have monopolized my energies, which is one of the reasons my posts here have been non-existent of late. There’s only so much time in a day, and since I’ve learned there’s just no point in stressing over the dynamics of life beyond our control, I simply go with what is.

On another note … our 13-year-old rough collie, Sass, is fading and this brings much sadness. It’s as if a whole chapter of our lives will soon come to a close. We expect her departure during the summer. The heat is just too menacing and her steps falter by the day. Lately she has won the heart of a three-year-old girl, Gabby, who lives a few doors down. Together, with her grandmother, we go for short walks and Gabby gives Sass lots of hugs and merrily holds the leash as we walk. Sass enjoys this attention as her new friend walks only as fast as she does, which is slow. I’m so happy our old girl has felt the unfettered joy of the love of a child before she leaves us.

I mention this simply to re-iterate the obvious ~ nurture what you love …

Horse Mom

10 thoughts on “Time Flies

  1. I’m facing my almost 15 year old PitBoxShepAmute stepping on the rainbow bridge. He’s always been such a sweet boy. At almost 80 lbs, it’s difficult for us to do stairs, but he lays and barks for hours if he’s not with me. His hindquarters aren’t what they once were. His mother was a Pit Bull/Boxer mix, all of 35 lbs and a gorgeous golden tiger brindle who looked like a mini Boxer, his father was a Shepherd/Malamute mix and quite large (only had a glimpse of him once) and hairy. Charlie has bits of all four, brindly bits (dark dots, spots mottles and lines), a very Boxer set to the eyes, the dark cape of a Shephers and the undercoat of the Malamute. I treasure each moment with him. I know you’re doing the same with Sass. They’re with us such a short time, but I wouldn’t want to be without a dog.

    • Oh, I can feel how you are coping with imminent loss. It’s close to my own experience. Sass sleeps that heavy, heavy sleep all the time now, such that I hate to disturb her for walks and meals. She wakes with such a start, disoriented and wobbly. (Something I understand only too well from my experience with adrenal fatigue, strangely.) Every morning when she wakes up and comes to greet me I feel the blessing of having her another day. I’ve told her she is free to go when she is ready. Of course I will be sad, but I’m not interested in seeing her suffer for the sake of my broken heart. I love her too much.

      • Yes, every minute with them is precious. Charlie is not in pain, just wobbly and old. The only thing that really distresses him is not being someplace close to where I am. I’ve been through seeing senior dogs to the rainbow bridge before, it hurts, but they gave their lives to me, how can I do less than see them home. I promised myself at eight, after our family dog of 13 1/2 years of age was dognapped that I would ALWAYS know where and what happened with my dogs. I will never forget the days and weeks of looking for him, the visits to the pound and the various shelters, then finally learning what happened. There were people going around the area, dognapping family pets, taking them to a rural area in the state, and “feeding them up” before selling them to scientific research labs. I have prayed that sweet Butch refused to eat and never made it to a lab. He was my mother’s dog before I was born. I still get a catch in the throat when I see a dog that resembles him, all these many years later.

      • Oh, how sad, and what a terrible thing to have happen to a member of your family. For that’s what they are, to be sure. … Like your Charlie, Sass is really wobbly and stays very close. She gets quite distressed when we have to go anywhere. Fortunately she has two cats and her daughter to keep her company while we’re out. I just want her to go peacefully in her sleep. I can’t bear the thought of carrying her to the vet to be put to sleep. But if that’s what needs to be done, we will do it. As I’ve said, she has no need to suffer for the sake of my broken heart.

      • I too hope Charlie will sleep away. He’s got his dog brother, Smoky, for company but Smoky isn’t the nicest of boys and has been unpleasant on quite a few occasions to Charlie for no good reason.
        We were without a dog for five years after Butch was dognapped. It reached a point though where it was worse without a dog in the house and I’ve never been without one since and there is an unbroken line the new dog came in before the old one went over the rainbow bridge.
        If I do have to have a vet help things along, I think I’m going to have one who makes house calls – it’s getting more popular here as people would rather have the vet come to the dog and the dog be comfortable in their home than the fear (and sometimes difficulty for the dog) going to the vet’s office.

  2. The pain of losing one of our four-legged friends is beyond words. Hubby and I have lost four. We now have two that are getting up in age – one 10, one 11. Love them while they are here, set them free to go when they must and always, always hold them in your heart. Give Sass a hug for me. She knows how much you love her.

    • Thanks, Sheila. So hard to let them go. I am confident she will let us know when she’s ready. I am concerned for Abbey, her daughter, though. She’s always lived with her mom. Already she seems to be recognizing signs that her mom is going to be leaving us. She really fusses over her. Love my girlies … 💖 … All the best to you with your four-legged loved ones.

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