It is through tears that I inform you that Our beloved Opie, the colt we rescued when he was 6 days old and had scoliosis, died this morning. He was just a 10 days shy of being a year and one half old.
I cannot even begin to tell you how devastated we are about this. He was one of the most amazing horses I have ever met. Everyone who met Opie was changed by his presence.
He was supposed to live forever.
His "mama" Tango, my wonderful TB mare, who continued to watch over him and raise him is devastated too. She was by his side the whole time and each time we moved him she nickered to him. She is standing and calling for him now-we moved him out of the pasture. With each call I shed more tears.
He will be buried by Doc, on the hillside overlooking the lower pastures. RIP my little special boy, RIP. Some day God willing I will be able to hug and kiss you again. I love you so.
I think that Opie was born to teach us lessons in love, tolerance, understanding and joyful courage in the face of adversity. He did that well. Now, he can run free in the endless green fields of the Rainbow Bridge.
CSH, I know that your heart is sore now, but I think that it will heal, and in the place of the pain, will be gratefulness that you knew this wonderful little guy.
We will miss you, Opie.
“When our dictator turns up you can depend on it that he will be one of the boys, and he will stand for everything traditionally American.” Dorothy Thompson 1935
My neighbor is coming over to bury him. I cut his tail and mane, washed it gently and will have the braclet made soon. It still seems unreal. Tango gets extra hugs today. I just found out one of her fillies from 3 years ago had a choke and colic last night. She's okay for now but handing on. I can't lose two babies in one day.