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Wentworth Hunter Pace - June 6, 2021

After Margaret and I had such a fun time at the fall hunter pace, we opted to go again this spring! This time, while I rode Rejoice again, Margaret rode her horse Jester and had a friend ride Ladyhawke. All Kennebec Morgans!! Jester and Rejoice have the same dam and Jester and Lady share the same sire. Unfortunately instead of a lovely late spring day, we had one of the first intensely hot and humid days of the year. It was definitely a bummer, but the ride was mostly in the shade of the woods and we had a great time!  most of the fences were 3' coops but we found a small log and this hay to jump haha Until we didn't. 😑 We brought along a third friend who rode Margaret's older mare, Ladyhawke. She's a good rider but hasn't known Ladyhawke for very long and didn't realize how much of a cranky boss mare she could be at times. She kicked Jester right in the front leg just about halfway through the ride, and while the cut itself ended up not being a big deal in the

RIP to the best dog in the world

Lucy
2004 - 2014

Lucy was a wonderful pet and the most loyal dog I have ever owned. She came to me almost seven years to the day she died from Arkansas as a stray who only wanted a family of her own. She was my little sidekick and I often joked that given the chance she would climb inside me so I could birth her (hahaha - sorry if that is offensive, but it is true!). 

The morning of February 13, 2014 she woke up very ataxic, disoriented, anxious, and was running into the walls and furniture. The vet thinks she had a seizure or stroke overnight and it made her completely blind in a very short amount of time. It was heartbreaking to see her so anxious and literally unable to see me, which completely freaked her out. There was no way I could allow her to live in such a diminished state. Some dogs may have adjusted, but Lucy's temperament and separation anxiety from me would not have allowed her to have any quality of life. 

I know my dog like a best friend and I knew the kindest and most loving thing would be to put her down. I have never cried so hard in my life, but I was with her to the very end. She went peacefully and is now chasing chickens and cats and eating horse manure in doggy heaven. 

My mother offered to come along with me so I would not have to say goodbye to my girl alone. And the best small animal vet, Dr. Beever, is honestly the most compassionate vet I could ask for. I don't know when I will be ready for another dog, but someday I am sure I will; however, those dogs will never live up to my little black mutt.

Rest easy, sweet girl.

We are closing in on two years since she died.  It still isn't any easier.



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