A Grand Horse crossed the rainbow bridge last night
As I got up this morning to check on the horses outside I could see one in the "old horse" pasture was laying down.
As I approached I could see it was my beloved Baron. While officially he turned 23 on January 1st, his real birthday is in April. He has passed in the night. No struggle, no fight, just laying peacefully. Thankfully I was by myself and a noise, actually his name, some how came out of my mouth but it did not sound like my voice.
I kept saying his name and kissing him even though his body was long since cold. My boy, sometimes the bane of my existance, was dead. My Bold Ruler grandson, who was a confirmation nightmare with bad feet a hard keeper and sometimes with an attitude you wanted to kick into next week was no longer with me. But his boy could easily jump 5 foot courses, my boy whom my older daughter broke out western too and his best events in gaming was pole bending. Yes, a 17 hand shark finned black, PITA gelding would clean up at events. He had a better jog than many quarter horses!
I just held him and thought "How will I tell my daughters". They adore this "old man", which in the last few years had become his 'new' name. He was even graying in the face to match the new name. Yet, he never lost his fight. Never!
Until yesterday he would have to be reminded to behave, and mind. Oh, he knew how to behave, he just always had to be on top. The stories I could tell about him.
I was a horse I had previous dreamed of and one day he appeared for sale in our area paper. I had I bought him as a rescue, he would have gone to the meat man. This spring I would have had him 13 years. The first few months I could not ride him he was in such bad shape. His ground manners were the worst. When I first got him and you approached him even with a saddle pad he would try to take your arm off he was so girthy and protective.
And yet, he was such a good teacher. I told his riders, only a few in his day, and others "You have to think to ride this horse" and they all agreed with me. In his later years he WAS the definition of a school master. Not push button, a teacher, and he wanted you to do it correctly, the way his mom, me, had taught him. No short cuts, no half assed attempts, you ride WITH this horse or go home.
Opinionated to the end, he always had to show with a red ribbon in his tail. He was the consumate professional at shows but did not like horses riding right up his butt.
My heart aches as he was the horse that sparked the idea of Classic Sport Horses. He was the "against all odds" horse who turned out to be an amazing mover, an incredible jumper, a marvelous western horse and the best teacher we could have had.
I love you Baron. I will miss you my big boy and I will never forget you.
I'm so sorry to hear this news. He was a horse who made a difference, and a horse who was loved. That's a fine thing to be. I know that you will always miss him, but, thank goodness, you have many memories to keep in your heart.
Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past - let us accept our own responsibility for the future.
Thank Everyone and thanks for the phone call DG. It means a lot to me.
My husband posted this on his FB page this morning. And my husband is not a horse person
"I lost an old friend this morning. Baron, the first horse that I bought for my wife passed this morning in his pasture. He was a funny one. A whinny that was the weirdest noise you ever heard, always paling up with the ladies in his pasture, and never a free ride. He always taught his rider something new each time he was ridden. My daughter learned so much from him...he was a school master and will be missed every day on our farm. God speed to your next life old friend. Say "Hi" to Skye for me when you meet up with her in the forever green pastures of your next life.