Those of you who have taken my classes over the years, have been my friends and have followed my career, know that I live on a small farm in Virginia and have been blessed with two wonderful Arabian mares.
Yesterday we had to euthanize both of them.
I was one of those little girls who got bit by the horse bug at a very early age and never recovered. I spent my entire childhood and early teens dreaming of having a horse of my own. Life circumstances interfered and it was not until my family moved to Loudoun County, Virginia 22 years ago that I finally decided to make my life-long dream come true. My friend Melissa and I spent weeks looking for just the right horse and we found her on a farm in Woodstock, Virginia. I was leery of the price but Melissa said, "Just write the check. She's perfect!". I bought Roszie when I was 47 years old. We had many years of wonderful trail rides, going at flat-out gallops across the fields of central Virginia. She was an amazing show horse as well and she earned my daughter numerous ribbons.
Roszie had been retired for several years due to arthritis and other joint issues. She would have been 29 years old on June 30.
When we first bought our farm we boarded two other horses for a friend. One was a black Quarter Horse named Raven, who is portrayed on my Toy Chest Etui along with Roszie. The other was a bay Arabian mare named Mystic. Their owner decided to take Raven off for dressage training but didn't want to keep Mystic, so she stayed with us, became my husband's horse and lived with us for 11 years.
About 6 weeks ago, Mystic came down with Cushings disease, a very common illness in older horses. It caused her to founder in both front hooves and she became instantly lame. She also had developed an insulin imbalance and arthritis in her hooves. Cushings is incurable and she was not responding to medication for both that and the insulin issues. Her future looked bleak, she would have required daily medication, she would never have been able to graze freely again, she would have been frequently confined to her stall and, of course, she could never be ridden again. In other words, she would have had no quality of life.
So, we made the terribly sad but completely necessary decision to relieve them of their pain.
They will always hold a huge part of my heart and I will miss them for the rest of my life. But I will remember all of the joy they brought me and I fully expect to meet up with them at The Rainbow Bridge one day.