Hold My Hand - Favorite Horse Is Getting Ready To Cross The Bridge
I think my girl is about to cross the bridge. My neighbor (who has been borrowing her for the past 5 years) stopped by tonight to say Caughtcha isn't doing well. She's been laying down the past few days and will get up, but lays back down again. Although she is only 26 years old, she had a very hard life before she rescued me.
This is the only horse I've ever owned that I would NEVER sell. I found her when I was 14yo, in the middle of winter, and she was in such bad shape my vet told me not to get my hopes up. I saved up all my money to get this bring home a horse that might not even live. Well, she pulled through and has always been the love of my life. I used to trail ride her down the high-way bareback in a halter and lead rope (God watches out for the young and the dumb). To this day, she's never spooked or even offered to buck or rear. Caughtcha is a reg Thoroughbred (a granddaughter of Tom Fool and Right Robbery). She was an Event horse until she fractured her coffin bone on a drop and ended up starving in a feed lot. We fox hunted with Blue Ridge several seasons, showed in the Hunters through 3', and even showed Western Pleasure with good ribbons. I don't think since I've owned her that she's ever taken a wrong step. Our neighbors (who are beginners) wanted a safe horse to learn with and Caughtcha was perfect for the job. They spoil her rotten and they are just as heart-broken as I am.
I will never own another horse like Caughtcha. They just don't make horses like her anymore.
Member of the "I Ride A Chestnut Thoroughbred Mare, So You Don't Scare Me Clique"
\"For all those men who say, \"Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free,\" here\'s an update for you: Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it\'s not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.\"-
I am so sorry that you're in a sad time. To everything, there is a season. There is a beautiful circle in this life we live and none of us are exempt from the final moment, even when it is at our behest and makes us distraught. In the best circumstances we act as their stewards and escort them over the bridge, preferably when they are in the best possible situation, without sorrow and without pain.