Rest in pieces

Sometimes the only way a person can make the world a better place is by leaving the planet. My brother was one of those people. He is no longer looking at the dirt from the topside.

Before anyone gets the idea to give me a sideways look- when you spend your entire life screwing people over and treating people like shit, it will catch up to you. It Always catches up to you. If you think there's resentment on my part (there's not)  or anyone thinks I'm glad he's dead- I don't wish death on anyone, let alone people like him.

I actually think its pretty sad that's how he treated people. My wish for him is that he gets what he truly deserves in the afterlife. Good, bad or otherwise- he gets everything he has coming.

As for his skank wife- they truly deserved each other.  Forgery and perjury are both felonies and she just keeps digging that hole deeper by the day, bless her heart.

I can't imagine how much they must hate themselves or why? That's the only way I can explain their poor choices or behaviour. Her mother must be proud

Karma

Happy Fridy the 13th y'all!

RIP - Mad About Me 1999-2019

The beginning of September I put my OTTB mare down. It is never an easy decision to make and at that point it was the right one for her.

Pic's from before since Blogger won't let me add any new ones.  She was a sweet mare but could also a total pain in the ass at times. 

The move to the current barn did her a few favors, while also not doing her any favors at the same time if that makes sense. She did stop cribbing with the move to a stall not next to my ponyman. She was so herdbound with him it wasn't funny. After splitting them up so she could make new friends- she no longer cribbed. At least not in that stall. I have had her for the past 15 years and always watched out for her. She was picking up weight for a change and had an amazing shine to her coat, besides it being silky soft. But being a mare, she tends to destroy a stall in a number of ways and sometimes overnight. Her stall was wet a lot. I was stripping her stall and changing the bedding frequently. When she came in from turnout, workout or whatever- she would go in the stall and urinate as if she had been holding it for that reason.  Hey thanks mare! Due to the wet bedding, she started developing abscesses a lot too. Having thin soled crappy TB feet didn't help. It was getting to the point where she could barely walk to get out of the stall, but being cooped up In the stall wasn't helping her situation any either. Boarding often comes with limited turnout and with her being herdbound- she couldn't go out alone. My pony couldn't be out with her all day since his weight would have ballooned and her being without him- she destroyed things. 

One of my fave pics of her.

I cried making the phone call to schedule it. Cried all the way home from work that day. Cried all the way to the barn, cried some more all the way to the vet, cried all the way back to the barn to drop off my empty trailer and then cried some more on the drive back home. When I thought I had no more tears left, I started crying again and kept crying for a while after that.  Even typing this now, my eyes are beginning to get watery. 

I know she is enjoying green pastures now and hanging out with my big mare Tess. She was loved and never had to worry about much in life. She could be a hand full at times and I know she's giving someone in Heaven a good many reasons to doubt why they let her in. Who would have guessed buying a horse sight unseen all those years ago, would have been one decision I have never regretted. I know when my day comes and my time on earth is done, I will have plenty of horses to ride thru those Pearly Gates when I get there.