Funny how quickly Colorado became home. Other than missing my girl so much, it feels really good to finally get back to being a productive member of society. Well, at least it feels like I am back to being productive. My Honey seems to appreciate my working at the office and dealing with the issues and paperwork that is just not up his alley.
I'm not so sure that Meg is as happy staying in SD as she thought she would be. But like all teenagers...she just kinda hates to change schools at the moment. It has to be hard to do that when you are in the most dramatic time of your life...those lovely teenage years. I wouldn't know. I went to the same school from the time I started school until I graduated. I hated it so much. I used to dream about getting to move to someplace new and getting to go to school with kids that weren't as awful as the kids I had to go to school with. I'm sure that moving wouldn't have been as wonderful as it was in my mind. High School is High School. Kids are kids. And this really isn't about me. Both My Honey and I want Meg out here with us. We miss her. I miss her terribly. We just have to give Meg the time she needs to hopefully realize that it doesn't really matter where you are...as long as you have family that loves you.
Moon and Frosty were pretty happy to see me. It's so obvious now that the negative energy is gone. It was so beautiful yesterday, I kept thinking I would get out of the office early in the afternoon so I could ride...Yea, who was I trying to kid? Getting everything caught up after being gone for a week and it was a Monday? Of course, today I got out of there early...but it was raining. It's definitely Fall!
It was really my intention to bring back another project horse with me, but since I have to go back to SD in a couple of weeks, I decided to wait until then. But you know what? I think I am going to bring Shooter and Beretta out here with me this winter. I miss Shooter and I really want to get to spend time with Beretta.
What I would really like to do is bring ALL of my horses out here this winter. I'm pretty much over the whole "family" thing. I have always maintained a reasonable number of horses that I owned personally. It's the rest of them that let themselves go gung-ho. I really did try to get done what I could to help out, but just could not seem to make any headway. I am not the type of person to simply keep beating my head against the wall if nothing is happening. It's a shame to see such a fine bunch of horses sit there and go to waste, but at least they won't starve or get dumped on the market. I have to go on with the nice ones I have raised for myself.
So I'm on the hunt for a pasture with water on it to rent for Chunk and Beauty. I can put a portable shelter on it for them and all they will need is hay. Moon, Frosty and Strawberry can stay at the boarding facility. There is enough room here at the house to put up a very large corral, we'll put a portable shelter and Shooter and Beretta can camp here for the winter.
The only one I am a bit concerned about is my 25y/o mare. She looked a bit sucked up when I brought her in from the pasture. But in just the few days I had her up and fed her hay, she started filling up quickly. All she needs is plenty of hay, a bit of grain when it starts getting really cold, warm water and a dry shelter and I think she would winter fine. However, I have to wonder how fair it is to her to haul her 700 miles and over those mountain passes at her age?
Life is so not fair is it? I made the decision to put a healthy horse to sleep because she just did not fit anywhere and here I am not even wanting to contemplate putting a truly old horse down. Of course there is a 23 year history behind me and this old girl. She has been a very important part of my equestrian life since I was 16y/o. I learned so much of what I know at her expense, I trusted her with my daughter, she gave me Moon and Shooter. I owe her a lot. But I always kind of figured she would get to be buried on the ranch where she was born. I hate the thought of hauling her out here and if something should happen...well, you guys know what I mean. Anyway...it's going to take some thinking to figure this one out and come to a decision where I won't look back and think that was a really bad idea.
So putting yourself in the same position...what would you guys do? Bite the bullet and cut a possible couple of more years off or take the chance that in the end a favored horse might not get the dignity of being buried on the family land?
I gotta say...this one is pretty emotional for me. It's not something I would be able to do myself either. I would have to ask someone else to handle it. For me the worst part of losing a horse or having to put one down is always the dealing with the body and the burying. I don't like it, but for the most part I can deal with it. I absolutely cannot bear the thought of having to drag my old girl's body out of the trailer and watching it flop into the grave. Nope! I may be pretty strong about a lot of things, but even I have a limit to what my heart can handle.