There used to be a time when ever i went away it
seemed i'd come home to a dead horse (happened twice). When i went to
the beach for sun and surf i came home to g.m. Pogodney (Pogo 50 AERC Miles)
dead in the paddock. There was only one mark on him...on his head where he
hit the ground. Had a Vet come and do a post and there was no internal
problems with the guts or heart and in fact it was huge, no
bullets...nothing. He was a small horse at 14'3" but had a wide girth and
was just the nicest horse to be arround and, he was a true joy. He only
did one AERC ride but he was so good. His full brother sold for a million
bucks and i kept him for the owner and after a years board he determined him not
of the quality to keep as an entire so i got him for free. What do you do
with a carcass? I burnt him. Took 3 days of bonfires and there were
a few bone scraps and his shoes and thats all that was left an i swore i
was going to build a piece of Art to the Horse of the Infinate Dream left
unfulfilled using those shoes...but i haven't yet, tho i have the burnt shoes
with the nails still clinched. Life can be hard. Its never easy. tom
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