Our horses whose bodies are no longer among us, but whose spirit live on forever.
1995 - 2020 Mustang Mare
Once a wild horse running free in Oregon, Flicka somehow found herself in a kill lot in Oklahoma by November of 2017. When we rescued Flicka she had a respiratory infection and was battling mastitis. On top of that she was terrified of people. It took months to heal her - physically, mentally, and emotionally. Flicka was wild most of her life, which is something we did our best to honor, letting her roam our fields and be as free as we could allow her to be. Flicka was strong and kind. She was old and wise, sharing many lessons with those who were patient and open enough to listen.
1989- 2022 Belgian Draft Gelding
Bud was rescued from a "free" ad that we found on Craigslist. Bud was an Amish plow horse most of his life, which means he worked long hard days pulling wagons and farm equipment. He wore his equipment so much that it rubbed off all the hair on his nose and left him with scars all around his face. Bud was the most fearful horse of people that we had seen to date. When approached by someone new his entire body would tremble in fear. It took time and so much patience, but we are happy to say that Bud stopped shaking and running away from new people and learned that scratches on his belly felt SO good. Bud lived in a huge field with another senior horse named Ginger, she was with him until the very end and we are so grateful for her friendship to him. We were able to give Bud 3 years of the retirement life he worked so hard for, but he deserved so many more.
1994 - 2023 Gelding
Wesley came to us as an owner surrender with his two friends, Sir Thomas and Joey. He spent 28 years teaching many people to jump and ride and we were honored to finally give him the retirement he had worked so hard for.
We lost this very special little man at Tufts Veterinary Hospital from an impaction colic. We later learned this impaction was in his Cecum. Cecal colics are incredibly hard to detect as their location is where the small and large intestine meet.
After an emergency vet visit at the farm, on farm treatments, and round the clock care, we decided Tufts was Wesley’s best shot at a recovery. His condition improved with our care, and he seemed to be recovering, but when we noticed he started going downhill we rushed him to Tufts.
Unfortunately when we arrived we found he had ruptured his cecum, and the only option left was to put him to rest peacefully and without pain. Wesley passed at 29 years old, I held his head and told him what a good, brave, and special boy he was. He was a friend to everyone he met. His best friend Thomas misses him dearly.