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March 25, 2010...2:57 pm
The death of the sun red colt
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Is there anything better than watching the colts and fillies playing their games?
Kicking their heels high in the air, jumping and bouncing being the center of their universe. I have a passion for the babies. Like so many horse lovers, years ago my husband and I bought a stallion, a few mares and breed a few babies.
I love watching them and playing with them. Just like kids, they learn so fast, and the seem to be able to bring out the best in me.
I had waited a couple of years to have a colt out of my husband’s mare Robyn. We got our wish, although I was hoping with a little more color, the colt was just like his mom and as deep fire burst red that seemed to match the glow of the morning sun.
During one of my early morning feedings, I discovered my long-awaited colt, laying flat in his stall with sever diarrhea. He barely had the energy left to lift his head. I made an immediate call to the vet. The vet arrived in no time, but was not very optimistic. After doing all she could, she said she would be back in a few hours and if he was not any better by evening, she thought the best thing would be putting the colt down. For some reason, he had become extremely sick
The hours were pure torture and agony as I only thought the worst. My husband and I took turns keeping an eye on him as the hours passed. I did not see any hope for the little guy as the day continued on, there was no change.
I saw the vet drive down the long driveway. She was early. I headed for the little guy’s stall to say goodbye. I sat down next to him, and just talked about how glad I was to have him in my life even though it was so such a short period of time. I put my arms around him and said one more prayer for him. I rose back to my feet and headed out the stall door not bothering to shut it. I walked out the front barn doors to meet the Vet.
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She smiled and as I turned around to see why, the little guy was up and walking out of the stall.
Needless, to say, he made it.
(the photo is of Ace at the age of two and my granddaughter at 18 months)
I am the kind of person that always thinks the worst possible things are always going to happen. In fact, I have spent most of my life imagining the worst.
That good things happen to everyone else, but not me. Does that sound familiar? How quickly I can forget all the blessing in my life. I did not wait for the colt to live that day, I had waited for him to die.
Recently, my partner left me with this statement “ What is the best that could happen? To my surprise, I do not remember ever asking myself that question. Ever!
I think I am getting to be a pretty old horseman never to have asked myself such a question.
Now, I have posted a note on my computer reminding me to think about
” What is the best that could happen today?”
I have found that the one phrase has changed my life. I find happiness and joy in the problems I have to face for the day. That one statement has completely changed my way of thinking and my life is far better. My life has started to change from being a struggle to being a compete joy, like a spring trail ride with best friends.
So for today, grab a post-a-note, post it everywhere, and change you life.
What is the best that could happen to me today??
Remember, become the whinny: become the best whinny of your own life. When you wake in the morning, make the first whinny of the day, the loudest one of the day in celebration of you.
Never again, will I wait for the colt to die, but I will wait for him to live.
Live your best day yet.
……………………………..Change your life and “BECOME” the Whinny!
Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.
Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!
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