Our Seven is Adopted

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It’s good to go home, ……..where people know you, you fit in, you can be yourself and you know you can feel safe.

We send horses from our home to their new home and it feels a little heartachey for us…for a short while, because you ask yourself a million questions…..
will they remember he doesn’t like his grain cold?
He has to have his grain soaked.
He is bothered by gnats unless you cover him in Avon Skin So Soft…
He doesn’t like to eat next to another gelding.
He LOVES mares.
He is afraid of gun fire.
What if?
How about?
Who will?
Last year a rabbit scared him and now he always is afraid at that corner of the shed…

You load them up in the trailer and you see/feel/touch a large animal that trusts you and willingly loads up because he knows you won’t hurt him, even though many people have……and you want that to continue and to never see him afraid or hurt again.
But you have to give him a push and a chance to be “someone’s” horse..
you have to let go.
let go of something you saved and brought back to life.

It is hard.
You take a deep breath and ask him to step up onto the trailer, and you pat him…speak to him softly….then close the trailer and wipe a tear from your eye……put your hand on the door and tell him to be good ..while he is whinnying.

They drive away and you sit down, put your head in your hands and cry a little.
A little joy…….a little sadness.

Seven came to us about two years ago. He had been running a neighborhood for months with a pony mare. They grazed on lawns and drank out of mud puddles. Seven was very emaciated…..while the pony mare was faring okay on the local forage. The pony mare was in charge and Seven followed her as she directed. Some kind local folks called us and asked if we could take them … we agreed and they came home to the farm.
The pony mare was a hot little number with a bit of an attitude..but totally sound and able to be adopted quickly….oh..and did we mention she could jump?! She got rehomed quickly and that left us with Seven.
You may ask, why the name Seven?
He was the seventh horse of the year taken into our facility and sometimes we just have to get creative when we don’t know their name.
Anyway, Seven was very underweight, had a lot of rain rot, really bad teeth……and was in love with that pony mare.
The separation of the two provided us with his complete and total attention.
First we bathed him.
Then we fed him for several weeks to get him stable and feeling better.
Then we addressed his teeth……his mouth was full of ulcers from bad hooks on his teeth.
Then we de-wormed him.
and then Seven began to shine.
He interacted with us and became a little show off.
He was sound and he became handsome.
Seven was tattooed.
He had been a race horse, not a very successful one…but we found his birthdate and his bloodlines…nothing very surprising, but good information to have.
He has been to training twice… easy keeper and a barn favorite. The farm will be different without him…but we are glad he gets a home of his own!
Go Seven GO!
Below are pictures of Seven when he arrived and then later as he rehabbed.

Sunny and Beauty

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Today is the anniversary of when Sunny and Beauty went home.

I cannot find the original post of the story, but it is quite a story to tell. Perhaps one of our best.

In early 2015 someone messaged me and told me there was a Thoroughbred in the “pen”. (The kill pen)……and that although he had been left with a blanket, “someone” stole the blanket off of him and left him to standing in the filthy pen without cover. He was very thin, had no coat to speak of……standing on concrete with bits of snow and cold rain coming down.
I looked at a photo of him and thought to myself “this horse looks familiar”….but I didn’t know why.
I made some inquiries for him but nothing panned out quickly and so I called and paid for him over the phone. I then made plans to go and get him. Some other kind folks took him a blanket to wear until I could get there.
So the crew and I go to fetch him from the kill pen.
There he is … a tall older TB gelding, beat up and thin..we halter him….but he has been hanging out with an even older gentleman gelding who would not leave his side… a black Walker cross, white at the temples and sway backed from age.
So we all look at each other. No one speaks for an instant.
I clear my throat. Fold my arms. Kick the pavement.
I say…”well, I am not leaving the Walker cross..because I will go directly to hell if I do”.
No one argues.
We go in and pay for the old black gelding.
We halter him.
Did I mention there was an older pony mare?
When the pony mare is haltered……there are no more horses to be left in the pen…which is a really great feeling if you are the person who might have to leave someone there.
We have a smallish older trailer and I am not sure we can cram all of these guys in.
But as I always say…when it is time to leave the hellish kill pen, the horses know.
We opened the trailer door and it was a stampede……BOOM, BOOM, BOOM…..all huddled and crammed together…..but all in.
We shut the door.

I keep thinking to myself on the way home. I know this horse from somewhere…but I fail to find any memories of him. Perhaps I had seen him at a horse show. He is very striking and memorable…I am sad to see him in such bad shape. He must have been well loved at one point.

Now for the “twilight zone” parts.
A kind lady had donated the money to “bail” him and as I sometimes do, I emailed her and said she should name him…but I was already wanting to call him Sunny. We emailed back and forth. I noticed her farm name had Sundance on it. I emailed her back and said “can we call him Sunny, in honor of your farm?” She said YES! and so.. I was able to call him Sunny.
I let my niece name the black one…and he was christened “Beauty”.
The pony went home with a friend.

We got them home, cleaned them up, got a feed plan together and several days went by.

I get a lot of junk mail and a lot of mail from readers of my blog or followers of our FB page. I was at work, scrolling through HUNDREDS of spam/junk mail messages and spied one that said “my horse”.
I opened it.
A long message from a woman who thought we might have her horse.
I get those a lot.
A description that was pretty exact.
Some more details.
A picture of him in better years. (it was definitely him)
and at the bottom…….she said…..”his name is Sunny”.
I almost spilled my coffee and went back and read everything again.
I called her.
I told her about the name and about how he was so familiar to me.
We had a moment of tears.
I explained he needed several weeks of rehab as he was in bad shape.
Our vet had looked at him. A heart murmur, anemic, several hundred lbs underweight…damage to his jaw.

Cheryl wanted to take him back home when he was able to travel.
We exchanged emails several times and I explained his bond to Beauty.
I asked her to take them both and she agreed.

In March of 2015, Cheryl came to get them.

Some of these photos are from his previous life with Cheryl…one is at the kill pen, one is the pony mare who came with him, one is him and Beauty in the trailer.