Shadrach and I wanted to share with you the sad news we received this week and it’s all about a horse. Here is what I shared with an online group I belong to today (I don’t have a photo of this special horse scanned in yet so I’ll be using our friend Deirdre’s special horse Noche for illustrative purposes because he reminds me of Rogue):

I got some really sad news yesterday but not unexpected. My best friend here in NM is a country girl, always has several dogs and cats around and of course horses. She is always saving some animal, just like Leigh and many of you on this list.She and I have been best friends since 1979, whew! When I met her, her horse, Rogue, was 7 years old. This last week he was put down at age 34 and he is buried on their property. I am so sad because I didn’t get to say goodbye to him -they live in a city about 3 hours away now. I can’t stop thinking about him and all his antics…he thought he was a big dog LOL! My friend, Connie, owned his mom and foaled him herself. So she had him from the day he was born.

One time she and I were in her shed trying to find something she had stored and the next thing I know I’m being plowed into her because he was trying to come in there with us to see what we were doing LOL! Another time my hubby, me and my niece were going to a picnic in the mountains near where she lived when we saw her riding Rogue up the road so we pulled over to chat. He got so excited to see me and in his exhuberance to uh show his affection he knocked me into the hood of the car and knocked my breath out LOL! That horse, what a guy, I will really miss him and I’m crying as I write this. It seems to me that we never have enough time with them.

Another time when Connie and I were at work -we met at a vet clinic we worked at and then when it closed I got a job at another one and she got hired a little later also – Connie had brought Rogue in to have Dr. G take a look at a lump he had on his chest. Well we had a great big yard there (this clinic is near a rural part of town and used to be both large and small animals initially) and so I was out cleaning out the crematorium (not a fun job as you can imagine). Rogue wanted to see what I was doing – he was always so nosy – I was halfway out and halfway in the crematorium (Dr. G never had anything that was set up easy lol) with my rear end out of course. Well Rogue obviously couldn’t see what I was doing so the big turd goosed me so I’d jump and move (which I did) and then he could see LOL! I banged my head on the inside of the crematorium and backed out. I swear to you guys he looked like he was laughing! What a mess and sixteen hands high he was. I will sorely miss this big ol’ lug and it won’t be the same without him around.

Have a tail waggin’ day! 1 Corinthians 2: 14-15
Kim Bloomer, Animal Talk Naturally