Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Rescue Me.....

One day, a long time ago, a little red horse found her way into my family and stole our hearts forever. She was six months old, an accidental baby that nobody really wanted. They would never DREAM of showing an Arabian/Quarter Horse cross. Ugh. Long story short, Charisma (Crissy for short) was offered to my parents- to give to me. Mom was not so sure, only because she knew who would be driving me to the barn every day. Dad PROMised to help. He did, but most days it was Mom, dropping off an often cranky 11 year old to let Crissy work her magic. She tells me I always came home happy, tired and of course smelling like horses.
Crissy went on to be a great show horse, tolerated pictures at Christmas time with my gloves on her ears for antlers and my endless love for just being with her. I am sure some days she was glad to see me go home!
Then along came Diamonte (Monte for short), an Argentine Thorobred who was not having such a great life on a polo team. We purchased him to get him out of the situation and to give Crissy a friend. He was 15 when he arrived. A sweet sweet bay horse with a little diamond of white on his forehead. The two became inseperable friends. When Crissy passed away at the age of 30 (about 6 years ago) Monte laid down near where she was buried and refused to get up, or to eat.
A scramble turned up a cute donkey named Cassper who moved in to attempt to perk Monte up and give him back his interest in life. Cassper was living with a dear friend who graciously let us buy this sweet little donkey). It worked! Cassper has his own set of issues, his mama was shot by a deer hunter when she was pregnant with Cassper. We think the bullet is lodged in his withers, making his back very very crooked. Cassper doesn't let it bother him at all. He has a very donkey attitude, is too smart for his own good and he loves to steal my hats and gloves in the winter time.... I always hope when he takes off with my hat that he will leave me with my hair! ha!
Monte passed away two years ago and was 35 years old. Cassper was very sad and although he did not quit on life, he was lost with out him. THEN, just in time came Cricket- a little throw away horse a friend rescued from a sale barn. I had sworn no more horses after Monte but this little girl's baby pictures looked just like Crissy's. How could I NOT bring her home? We drove with a friend all the way up to northern Minnesota and brought that sick little baby home. Things were touch and go but now she will be 3 and she is a beautiful, healthy girl, who loves her Cassper honkey donkey. (AND still looks like my Crissy-with  longer legs).
This past Thanksgiving found us helping a friend trailer some horses out of a sad situation. Nobody wanted this beautiful, giant paint horse, locked away from the other horses, skinny and possibly pregnant. (do you see a pattern yet?) She is the size of a small draft horse and barely fit into a trailer. She walked right in. We thought she was 20 years old that first few weeks until I tracked down the first owners of Chelsea. Turns out, she is only FOUR years old. Sad in one way that in three years at the other place, she came out looking so old. In another way, four year old with no training is just perfect, she can work with Cricket this summer to be good horses (they are both 'babies' and need some manners- specially Chelsea!) and ready to take us trailing around the beautiful little valley we live in.

These beautiful creatures are my family, each of them came into my life at a time that seemed 'planned' by someone (karma??). I will miss Crissy and Monte forever. I still look out my windows expecting to see them. I do know I see Crissy looking back at me through Cricket and Chelsea's eyes. Each has uncanny habits and quirks that only Crissy ever had.  I find comfort in the thought that some part of Crissy is still here with me.

So, while I may call what I do 'rescue', each of these beings rescue ME, every single day of my life.....


knottynaomi said...

so touching sandy...i'm sure they would say the same about you :-)
i'm glad you didn't stop after crissy and monte.

kareninhonolulu said...

Sandy that was beautiful. I so love that story and what you have done for these animals.

I swear that Max has been possessed by my Zoebird. He never leaves my side as though Zoe tells him to not let me miss her so bad. You are probably right when you see those traits in your new horses.

TheRustyThimble said...

wonderful touching story Sandy,
You are such a loving owner a good care giver to say the least. and what beautiful pictures. I grew up with grandparents that had a 150 acre farm and lots of animals. My grandpa had his own smoke house for his pigs. they had every animal on their farm named and as a child I remember never understanding how grandpa could hurt one of his pigs. LOL.......I would love to live where I could have a bunch of stock, I always said I would make a great farmer.

Taos Sunflower said...

Next time around, I want to be one of your pets. You're the BEST!