Greytown, New Zealand (a blip on the landscape really :))
The best laid plans of mice and men as they say.
I thought that next year I would be (1) trail riding with my older bro with my mares and chewing the fat and (2) calling my flat mate to pick us up from our local bar after a night of "remeber when".
Instead, I will be off to another country on Monday - as soon as my passport is renewed - to hope that I get there before my bro passes over the rainbow bridge. At least he's got a few people, horses and dogs to meet him when he gets there - including his favourite "Gypsy" (a plain bay really sweet mare - probably fugly as hell but I dont see that in the photos)
DEFINITELY not what I was expecting when I called his wife tonight to check on him after his stroke - at a very "young" age (only 52) . All news up until tonight has been really positive.
So, jingles please - at least for an easy passing for a good man.
My father suffered 2 major ischemic strokes when he was 49. He's still alive today (now also 52) but there are many huge difficulties he faces in day to day life.
Huge jingles, thoughts & prayers. Strokes are no fun.
Originally Posted by Coreene
The very sad merit badge earned by a true horsewoman: the one where she puts the horse before herself. The most gracious final reward any horse can hope for, and lucky are those horses who receive it.