...especially when it is your heart horse.
|Jackson's loved trail rides the best. He would cross anything - water, mud, logs.|
Jackson's white line not only didn't respond to treatment, it got worse. He foundered.
He asked me --- no, he told me -- that he was done. Done with pain; done with trying.
|Lucy adored Jackson. He was rather amused by all the attention she lavished on him.|
Jackson had more try than any other horse I've ever known. When he said he was done, I had to honor that.
|Jackson tried to do dressage, he really did. But he was built crooked and it was difficult for him. I loved that he tried.|
But, oh Lord, I will miss that horse.
|At the vet -- about a year ago when we learned he had Cushings -- in addition to everything else. I love our matching fly-away hair.|
Sweet, goofy, beautiful Jackson.
|We rode on the beach a few times. I think he got a big whiff of seaweed here...|
My partner. My friend.
Godspeed, Jackson. Safe passages and I'll see you some day on the other side of that rainbow bridge.