I was going through some old photos today (who knew Yahoo saved all the photos you sent?), and I found this one of Copper and Millie.
Then I realized it was two years ago today that Copper was put to sleep. I can't help but remember, because it's my parents' anniversary.
Before she passed away - Millie died six months before him from the ravages of recurring breast cancer - she had made us promise that no heroics would be entered into vis a vis Copper. She had also, unknown to all of us except the vet, prepaid for him to be cremated.
So that day fateful day two years ago, it became time. You could just tell. And it was a blanket decision: no fannying about trying different crap to keep an almost-35-year-old Thoroughbred going.
This was one of the last photos taken of Copper and Millie together, and I just wanted to share it with you. Well, especially I wanted to share it with Risk-Averse Rider and Mypaintwattie; R-AR being one of the queens of This It Be Right and Wattie now having her beautiful mare Sierra in Copper's stall. Which will, after all, forever be a Special Stall.
Well, I feel like the Trader Joe's commercials now. Thanks for listening.
She was a real trouper. Forever leaving out carrots for the bunnies, the squirrels etc.
Millie passed just shy of turning 80. When she began riding at 60+, she did hunters but also took polo, saddleseat and dressage lessons. She so wanted Willem to get better so she could finally ride him, and passed without having had the chance to ride Oliver. Well, didn't have the cojones for it either, but it would have looked great, her up on that big black horse.
I miss all three of them today. Miss them very much.
That was beautiful. Sometimes it's overwhelming when a photo evokes so many powerful memories.....
I think the world 'tilts' when those special people/horses leave us...and never spins correctly again.
Pretty awesome she started riding so late in life-- but then, she looks like someone who had horses in her heart all along...
While I've no doubt you miss the three of them dearly, bet they are up there trading stories and having a great time. Two big chestnuts and a stunning woman now free of this life's limitations.
We couldn't all be cowboys, so some of us are clowns.