tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646409548072100630.post2474149627630555289..comments2023-09-06T06:51:52.593-07:00Comments on Rants, Raves & Rambles under the Midnight Sun: The discarded..........Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646409548072100630.post-83824006222075838882007-09-21T19:10:00.000-07:002007-09-21T19:10:00.000-07:00Okey dokey Suvalley, I'll bite . . . . missing our...Okey dokey Suvalley, I'll bite . . . . missing our fearless leader and came to browse on your site. I will brag on myself but only because it seems the right thing to do (I mean doing the right thing for the horse).<BR/><BR/>We own a 29 yr old Morgan gelding who is a multiple-times winner at Nationals in Oklahoma City. His teeth are about gone and he's on a complicated diet of senior palatable feeds. His blood work and organs are not top notch but he's still bright eyed and helping raise our weanling colt. A few days ago our farrier came to reset the mare, trim the colt, and trim the old codger. Running his hand over the bony ribs and jutting hipbones he looked at me as if to say, "Why?" bother to trim this dude. I explained that we are prearranging his funeral before the snow flies, but at the moment he seems happy and content with life, although we know he'll never comfortably get through an icy winter. But that's no reason to shirk his care, and the $25 to trim his hooves is a pittance compared to the years of pleasure he has given us. Blacksmith did his usual good job on all three horses and left with the remark, "I wish all my sustomers took such care of their elders. I go to lots of barns to shoe the healthy young using horses and see the oldtimers out in the back corral withering away with little care. Made me feel good to know we are doing the right thing, and sad for the other horses.<BR/><BR/>Our winters are brisk to say the least, but cannot imagine Alaskan winters. Brrrr!the-farmer's-wifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13744681022671421929noreply@blogger.com