Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Rather than trying to explain to everyone what has been going on: Here goes.
My daughter and I, some 25 years ago, bought a horse. He was an infant, an Arabian
with lineage back-back-back, but was the spitting image of one of his grand sires,
Bask....we raised this little scamp on a bottle. He was hers, but he knew I was good
for extra loving, treats and so forth. He did tricks, was too smart for his own good.
He unlocked stall doors, barn doors, many times my daughter left the kitchen door open
and he just walked in and waited on her to appear. His legal name was Desert Ablaze....
and Blaze had more personality than any horse I ever knew, and that is a pile of them.....
He did not know any bad habits, never once nipped, kicked, bucked. He was the most
gentle soul, and when she saddle broke him gently, he would go all day and at dark, be
dancing to go more....endless energy.
Fast forward to about 2 months ago. After being in perfect health for his whole life, except
for a little scratch he got playing with one of the other horses. Barbara & Paul(SIL) came
home from work and he was down. His pasture buddy was running the fence screaming
and rearing and caring on trying to get attention for his friend. She ran to Blaze, Paul ran
to get the horse trailer hooked up and she coaxed him to his feet, he loaded and was
rushed to the equine hospital, where he stayed for 2 weeks, during which time, his
compacted intestine was cleared but he began to founder. They put special boots on him
and brought him home, buying special bedding for cushion, two huge barn fans to keep him
comfy, special food, and a list of meds.
He gained some weight back, but the foundering turned into Laminitis in the front, and
as many of you may know, that is what killed the great racehorse, Secretariant. Still they
tried everything, and I asked many on here to pray for him.....
For a while, he did better. Then he hit a stumbling block.
Sunday, Barbara said she had to beg him to get up, he struggled for a good bit, but he did
manage to get to his feet, and they HURT, because he never showed pain or distress til
Sunday. He was in agony. She called me, and we discussed it, through all our tears and
sobs..............and we decided it was time......Blaze was 25, lived the life of Riley, and he
did not deserve to continue suffering as he was.....he quit eating....and for him to not eat,
was a major signal. I asked her to put the phone to his ear so I could tell him goodbye,
and I told him how good a boy he is, what a joy he has been in our lives, how much I loved
him and would miss him....she kissed him for me.....and I told Barbara to be brave and
know she did the best she could. They have spent thousands on the hospital, special care,
not to mention her getting up at 4AM and sometimes not getting to bed til midnight, trying
to help him. So I know they tried........and had I not been in Alabama I would have been
there helping with his care.
So, Sunday evening, Desert Ablaze crossed the Rainbow Bridge into Heaven.
I have cried until, truthfully, I made myself sick....so this is my eulogy for my gutsy
Barbara and I both had the same dream Sunday night, after I seriously cried myself to
sleep...as did she...........
Blaze crossed the Rainbow Bridge, met his buds who had gone before, R.C., Snake, Queen
and Buck, and several of our dogs, they all rubbed noses hello again, and took out across
the most perfect meadow .......... Blaze had his neck arched and his tail flagged high and
they all were together.........
See you later my much loved friend, you were the best, and there will never be any to
try to take your place...........
PS: I just had to add this little story about Blaze. Barbara said when they took him to
the hospital, there was a white mare in a paddock closeby, and as sick as Blaze was, he
raised his head and nickered and whinnied at her....she said it was like he was saying,
"even though I am feeling pretty bad right now, I want to tell you how fine you look today."
The neverending flirtation....he was a character....