Beauty at play~Camera Critters October 24, 2009

Beauty was so full of life and enjoyed EVERYTHING! She especially enjoyed going down to the arena and kicking up her heels. On this day Sunni was with her and she chased him ALL OVER! I managed to capture this shot of her at play. I miss her every day and I still can't understand why she died. I do picture her in fields of green grass, far from the slaughter feedlot which I rescued her from. She was a WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL horse and companion. RIP, my sweet one.

Beauty having fun~Camera Critters for 100309

I remember how Beauty used to love to get into the arena and RUN! I had several people tell me she looked like an appendix QH. I don't know her history or breeding as I found her on an online rescue organization, now defunct, up in Washington state on a killer buyer's feedlot. Imagine Beauty on a KB's feedlot! Nobody obviously assessed her. If they had, they would have seen what an obvious gem she was~! She had a great personality, she was intelligent, willing, and loving. It makes me wonder how many other "Beauties" are on feedlots today. Please, if you can, support the horse rescue of your choice and give another horse like Beauty a chance to live a decent life instead of experiencing the horror of a trip to slaughter. The other horse I rescued off that feedlot, Gigondas, I am now training for riding. She, too, was dumped and she is a beautiful red thoroughbred. Camera Critters for October 3, 2009.

Confession 100209

Beauty's death was so unexpected and sudden. I never got to say goodbye to her. Two days before she died, my ferrier came over and did all the horses, including Beauty. I remember he got tired and gave her a couple of thumps. I thought, "Don't do that to my Beauty!!!", but he did. The poor guy had just spent an HOUR trying to get Sunni to stand still, with no success, and he was tired. I didn't see her the next day and the following day, when I drove up to the ranch early one morning, she was dead. Gone. She laid on her side and never got up. No thrashing marks. It appears she got cast, tried to get up, and hit her head on the metal pipe in the corral. That was it. She was gone. I feel so bad that I never got to hug her again, I never got to smell her, or greet her. I never got to hear her nicker. I'm so sorry, my Beauty. I still miss you every day. There is one empty corral at the ranch now and I'm thinking about rescuing another horse, like Beauty. That's all for now. 100109