I was given a crazy silly beautiful arabian two yr old in my youth to train. I had my mom's old horse figured out it was time for me to get a "project". One that would last through all of my youth...Out of Madam Muzzle Man and Mr. Brilliant (two national champions) was the most incorrect to breed stature horse. I hated him at times. I love him more than I have ever loved anything. I lost my 26 year old best friend today, and it is so hard. He came in and wanted to lye down not eat. I knew he didn't feel right, and first thought was collic-walking him, he could not stay up. His gums were pale and I knew from first look it was over. No reason to drag a 26 year old through an iffy proceedure. I couldn't even keep him on his feet hrs after the banimine. He was so dignified deciding to hold it in and not thrash as he was in incredible pain. Took two hour to get a vet out and end the pain. It's over.
Mr. Muzzy was my fuzzy pillow. The stall I cried into in my teen years. The horse who lived through my homones, and drama of growing up. He went to lessons with me twice a week, and got ridden every day-on four very different legs our farrier once told us, "I wouldn't ride that horse to get my mail." They went every direction and one was three inches shorter than the other in frount. You had to ride with your stirrups un even or you were pulling your saddle to straighten it all day. And we rode all day back then, as a kid that is what we did! Muzzy competed in every horse sport there is except cart. He could do flying lead changes at the drop of a hat, every other stride no problem. He is the horse I ran down the feild with nothing on him, standing up on his back. The horse that came runing to me in my youth for work! I won so many ribbons and awards with him, but the memories are so many. I fell off him, got the broken elbow, and a few concussions too. He was my Lincoln County Rodeo Court Queens horse, we even carried the falg to open an arab show and when he reared on command it brought down the house. After school I sold him twicw, check in hand and horse loading into the trailer-I changed my mind-twice. Ripping up the check. He helped so many students learn to ride, become self-confident, and love horses. So many children competed on him. My own girls were now trail riding him, and he was in retirement. He even won many game shows, beating a few pro's back in the day. He worked cows with all his heart as he did everything.
Mr. Muzzy was so much heart, always full of heart. He will be missed by many, but I will never stop missing him. My youth was on the back of that horse! He taught me patience, understanding, kindness, love and forgiveness, all the things that really matter.
So I know This is Weston's blog, and I have great stories to share, but today is in memory of a best friend who is now feeling no mare pain.
I love you Mr. Muzzy.
Sorry and goodnight