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Lucky Mistake
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My Mustang mare, 16 years old, was down "asleep" last week in the pasture. Fine at evening feeding, gone in the morning, apparently peacefully.
She wasn't a purebred anything, wasn't one of the good Trak broodmares, but the horses who stand out in your life aren't dependent on their financial value. She taught me the meaning of real trust more than any other horse has. I had to court her, almost like the Little Prince and the Fox. Taming the frightened orphan filly to first accept and know me was far harder than breaking her. She never gave trust lightly, to the day she died, but when she gave it, it was entirely without limits. She would have walked through absolutely anything if I told her to. She was the first horse I ever broke to ride myself, and I was the only person who ever rode her.
She left me with one foal. I had to try breeding her once, even knowing the God-only-knows-whatness. I picked out an Arabian stallion to mix well with God-only-knows-whatness, and I picked an older stallion to have several crops of demonstrated dominance. Her son, the silver colt, my future endurance toy, is everything I wanted except for a filly.
Missy was the herd guardian. She left alpha mare dramatics to others, but she was the one on the lookout, the one ready to pick up a problem, the sentinel. The day that Freedom managed to sneak her colt into a 30-minute breakfast break gap, foaled right up to the fence, and the colt somehow got under a fence which I still would swear he wouldn't fit under in getting up, Missy had already gotten him up, licked him off, and would have been willing to nurse if she'd been able by the time I found them. The colt was fine. Freedom was livid, convicting Missy instantly as a foal thief, but Missy was trying to help.
RIP, my little Mustang. She leaves me with her son, Toccata, who has his dam's intelligence but twice the sociability and friendliness. Missy was never friendly to the world in general. That made her friendship when given even more precious, and when she did give it, she gave it completely. Hopefully someday, Toccata will be out on endurance rides with me, carrying part of her toughness and spirit over the miles.
http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk8/dressagetraks/Missy061309.jpg
http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk8/dressagetraks/MissyToccata4-1.jpg
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"Then we began to ride. My soul smoothed itself out, a long-cramped scroll freshening and fluttering in the wind." Robert Browning
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acottongim
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Oh I am so sorry! Her final gift to you was to go peacefully so you wouldn't worry over much I think. Doesn't make the loss any easier though... hugs. 
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fuzzy
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Very sorry to hear of the loss of your friend.
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Beckie
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Your post brought tears to my eyes. Bless your girl and the life she had with you. Mustangs can really touch your heart. We still miss Tess who left us in CA. RIP Special Ladies.
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Joy
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Deb, what a shock that must have been, but how wonderful that she went so peacefully. RIP little Missy. Your work was done and you've moved on.
So sorry, Deb, but I know you'll be hugging Tocatta and the other mares through all this.
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woodland
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I have lost horses of my own, most before their time due to injuries or illness.
I understand your feelings of pain.
All the words of encouragement don't fill the hole in your heart, but hopefully they help you through the toughest parts.
Remember the ones that are gone and love the ones you have.
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