Dreams (continued – Soldier’s Reading)

I was so excited when I got Danielle Sender’s reading on Soldier, but reading it made me cry.  Really cry, not just a couple tears.  I could hear Soldier in every word.  I had wondered if the reading would sound genuine – really from the horse – and I was not disappointed.  It was him.  To someone else it probably is not as emotionally touching as it was (and is) to me.  The difference is one of knowing the speaker.  If you were to read the words of a stranger they might stir emotion, but to read the words of someone you know personally is very different.  Because you can put a face and personality and character to the words, the message is so much stronger.  You visualize the person speaking.  You know how they think and act.  If the words were out of character it would strike you right away that the person you know didn’t write them.  But if they are genuine, you will know that too.

That’s how it was with Soldier’s reading.  His personality and character were there.  I have read those words several times over the years and I still cry when I read them.  I cried today.

Here is Soldier’s reading, with the introduction by Danielle:

“Thanks so much for giving me the opportunity to meet with Quiet Soldier.

First, let me tell you a bit about how the session with him was done. I always start by asking the animal if they are willing to communicate with me.  Doing this sets up our relationship as one of respect for each other, which is important if I am to get the most out of the session. I then explain that I was asked to speak to him by you and I’ll be asking him some questions that you would like answered.  I also extend an invitation for him to tell me anything that he would like me to pass along to you.

Animals communicate among themselves and with people by sending thought patterns. The thought patterns come to me primarily as a conversation with the animal, although this conversation is also supplemented with pictures and emotions they send. So the report consists of the messages Quiet Soldier sends to me, as well as any pictures and emotions he shares.

Here’s the communication with Quiet Soldier after he agreed to communicate with me.

The first thing I asked Quiet Soldier is if I can call him Soldier for short or does he wish to be called by another name. He said that Soldier is fine.

Soldier said that he really wants you to know how much he appreciates being cared for by you. He said that he can tell you are genuinely concerned about him and this makes him very happy. Soldier said that he’s a realist in that he knows he won’t be able to survive long without someone who will care for him. He said that he wants you to know that he’s glad that it’s you because you seem to care for him because you really want to.

I told Soldier that you want him to have a good life and that’s why you are so concerned about his health. I explained that in order to have a good life and live comfortably, he needs to be in good physical condition. I told him that you’d like to ride him more and take him out on the trails and even have him gallop if he’d like. However, you need to get his body into a better state of health.

Soldier said that he hasn’t felt good for quite some time. He said that in the past his people did not know how to care for him properly since he’s more of a high maintenance horse. I thought that the phrase “high maintenance horse” was an interesting one for him to use and asked where he got that from. He said that people in the past have said this about him and so now he thinks of himself that way. I explained to Soldier that this phrase usually means something negative and I think it would be good for him not to think in negative terms, since this may keep him from healing and getting better physically. I told Soldier that perhaps he was described this way because the people who cared for him just didn’t know how to care for him properly. I reassured him that you are trying to get to the bottom of his physical problems and fix them, so he can have a good life.

I told Soldier that you recently changed his diet and feel that this may be helping him already. I asked him if he’s feeling any better and if the diet change agrees with him.

Soldier said that he knew his diet was different but he didn’t realize that this was the reason for the changes in his body. He said that he is definitely feeling different. I asked him to describe what he means by different. Soldier said that his muscles have felt stiff for quite some time. He said that he feels he can’t stretch them without having some pain. (Maureen he was sending me pictures of him being very stiff and even though he wants to stretch, he can’t.) Soldier said that this has been painful for him, even when he is not doing much of anything. He said that he’s tried to ignore it but it’s hard to ignore.

Soldier said that he’s beginning to feel like he can stretch out some. He said that he feels looser and is starting to feel more flexible. Soldier said that it’s not a huge difference but after the discomfort he’s been in, he can definitely feel something positive happening.

(Maureen, this all seems to be muscle related.)

I told Soldier that you also noticed that he sweats like he might be having colic, but yet he isn’t. I asked him what this is about. Soldier said that he thinks there is an imbalance in his system, which was not being corrected by his diet. He said that when the imbalance gets particularly bad and many different parts of his body are fighting over what little he has in his system, he sometimes sweats. He said that his body gets very confused because different areas want the nutrients and his body gets stressed. He said that he himself does not feel stressed but his body does. Soldier said that it’s like different parts of his body are playing tug of war and when it gets overly tense he starts to sweat.

Soldier said that he feels different now. He said that different parts of his body are still competing for the nutrients but his diet change is causing this to lessen. Soldier said that he’s glad this is happening because it’s very difficult on him when his body gets tense like it has in the past.

I told Soldier that you know he has problems with his feet, plus his stiffness, but you want to be sure that you haven’t missed any other problems that he might have. I emphasized that you really want to help him, so you want to be sure that you haven’t missed anything that you might be able to help.

Soldier said that it makes him so happy that you care so much about him. He got extremely emotional over this. He said that he was so sure he would not have a good home again where he would be cared for well. Soldier said that he just can’t thank you enough for caring for him like you do.

Soldier said that his body in general just does not feel as if it is all that healthy. He said that he feels if he were to get ill, he would not be able to fight it off. Soldier said that even though you have been feeding him well, his body is still weak and has trouble staying healthy. Soldier said that he hopes that the diet he now has will allow all of his body to get stronger and healthier. (Maureen, from what he’s describing, it’s almost as if he’s lacking a particular nutrient or mineral. He seems to be describing an immune system that has been compromised and it will take him a while to get back into good health.

Soldier said that his body has been so out of balance that even when you were feeding him well, his body wasn’t using his food efficiently. He said that he just felt tired a lot and also stiff. I asked Soldier if this has anything to do with him not keeping weight on. He said that it has a lot to do with this. He said that his body wasn’t getting everything out of the feed. Now he feels that there is something else in his feed that is letting his body gain the benefit of his food. Soldier said that he doesn’t know if this is perfect for him, but it is certainly much better.

I asked Soldier if there’s anything else that can be done for him to help his health. Soldier said that the biggest thing is for him to get his body back in balance. He said that this will solve many of his problems. He said that the key to his health is the proper food and nutrients. Soldier said that once this is solved, then the physical problems he has will go away and new ones will be prevented.

I asked Soldier what his life was like before you got him. Soldier said he had some very good times in his life and then he also had some times where people did not know how to care for him well. He said that he has always tried to stay positive and keep hoping that as he got older, in particular, he would have a good home for his later years. Soldier said that his one big fear is that his last years would not be good. He said that he’s always felt if his last years were good, then he could forgive the rest.

Soldier said that he doesn’t really want to dwell on his past. He said that this is behind him and he doesn’t want to concentrate on negative things. He did say that his young years were a lot of fun. He said that he good times with his mother, who taught him a great deal about people, and he liked having a lot of room to run when he was very young. (It seems like he was with some other foals or yearlings, as he sent me pictures of them all running and having a good time. He really liked to play.)

(Maureen, he really didn’t want to talk that much about his past, especially where there seemed to be some time when he wasn’t handled all that well. If you have some specifics about his past that you want me to focus on, please let me know and I’ll try to get more information from him…no extra change. I just felt he was really closing up about this and didn’t want to talk about it. There seem to be some bad memories that he didn’t want to discuss.)

I asked Soldier if he’s happy now. He said that there is absolutely no doubt about this and he thought it was funny that you asked. Soldier said that his body is not fully content yet but his mind is. He said that he knows he will be well cared for and safe where he is now.

I asked Soldier if there’s anything you can do to make him happier. Soldier said that happy for him is to be content in body, mind and spirit. He said that his mind is at ease and so is his spirit. He said that his body is making good strides but has some way to go. Soldier said that when he can feel fully useful again then he’ll be happiest, so whatever you can do to help his physical problems will be important.

I told Soldier that you plan to ride him on the trail and he said that he really enjoys this. He said he likes to feel close to his rider and trail riding is one of the best ways for the rider and horse to be joined. He said that he wants to feel good enough to really enjoy the ride and look forward to them. Soldier said that it’s very important that he feel useful. He said that he needs to have a purpose in his life, whether it’s taking someone for a ride or keeping other horses company. He just wants to have a purpose and then he will feel happy and satisfied.

(Maureen, Soldier has a very, very strong sense of having to do something with his life as he gets older. You can speak out loud to him in short, simple sentences and he’ll understand you if you want to tell him what his job is. Even if he retires, he’ll need a job, like watching over the other horses or being a mentor for new horses. He doesn’t want to just waste away.)

I told Soldier that those are all the questions you had for him today and asked if there is anything else he’d like to tell you before we close.

Soldier said that he wants to thank you for watching over him so well and making his life a safe one. He said that he hopes he can repay you by getting stronger and doing whatever it is that you’d like him to do. He said that he owes you a great deal already and he likes to repay his debts. I told him that I’m sure you don’t expect repayment, however, you would very much like to see him healthy and happy. Soldier said that he wants this for himself also and he wants you to be happy with him.

And with that, the communication ended.

As you can see, Quiet Soldier had quite a bit to say. At the end of the session, I told him that he may contact me at any time in the future if he needs me to get a message to you.”

I was surprised by only two things. First that he liked me, I honestly had no idea. Soldier was not one really show his emotions.   The second thing that really surprised me was his mentioning he’d like to mentor young horses.  I totally couldn’t see it at all.  He was so closed off – or that’s how he appeared.  In fact the only time I saw him show emotion was when he would spot a palomino.  His head would go up, he would get excited, he would call.  He would be so wound up, and then when the other horse would get close, there would be a huge disappointment.  His head would go down as he realized it wasn’t the horse he thought he’d recognized, and he would almost sigh.  It was clear to me that he must have had a very close palomino friend.

No sooner did I get the reading than a yearling warmblood colt arrived to live in the pasture.  To my shock and amazement, Soldier took him under his wing immediately.  He watched him, he trained him, he protected him, he disciplined him, he spent all day looking after that baby.  Clearly Danielle’s reading had been accurate, and I now saw a side of Soldier I never would have imagined.  Soldier the teacher.

Danielle’s reading confirmed for me the reality of animal communication.  Animals hear us really well, they understand what we say both to them and about them.  Many people deny animal communication based on the fact that animals don’t always do what we say, or what we want them to do.  To me that only proves that they truly are independent, sentient, creatures.  I have three sons, they understand English, but that in no way guaranteed they would do what I said or what I wanted!!!  Why should animals be any different?

I had already learned a lot more about horses just by letting Soldier roam free on the property.  Even though I had always given my horses “free time”, times when they could do only what they wanted to do, this was different.  Then it was just intuitive, it came naturally to me – or my horses had been very good at communicating their desires to me!  Now, however, I was paying attention.  I was observing with intent.

In the evenings when I’d let Soldier out to graze, I would hand graze Huey.  He was young, healthy, and I hadn’t had him very long, I was afraid to let him loose.  After a while though, I decided to let him go with the lead rope on.  He’d graze like that and actually stayed closer to me than Soldier did.  Eventually I took the lead rope off and both of them were free to go where they liked.  Huey consistently stayed fairly close, and Soldier, always one to flaunt his special privileges, would go further, as if to make a point with Huey.

I realize now that this was a turning point for me.  I had always given my horses a lot of leeway – and a lot of credit for being intelligent – but now it was different.  Only when the horses were free to do whatever they wanted could I see who they really were and learn what they really thought.

I had had Soldier only 10 months and he had changed me forever.  He had restored my joy in horses and he had opened my eyes.  Now, instead of unconsciously being in tune with horses, my goal was to become consciously aware.  More than that, he had started me on a journey.  I had become a student of the horse.  This time, from the horse’s perspective.  I had learned barefoot, become open to new healing modalities, become a proponent of natural horse keeping, bitless riding, and now animal communication.

Where would I be lead next?

To be continued . . .

Me on Mr. Muscle when I was 15 or 16

Me on Mr. Muscle when I was 15 or 16.

Mr. Muscle was blind in his right eye and liked to go. He was a rental and I had never been on him before. This was in Rockport, MA, back in the day, when you could rent a horse and then go wherever you wanted. In this photo he is not standing still, as evidenced by his forelock and the fact that the bit is blurry. I am completely relaxed and unconsciously have just the right amount of pressure on the reins to keep him dancing in place while my grandmother snapped a photo. The smile is not for the camera – I’ve always hated having my picture taken – it’s the joy that I had as a child anytime I was in the saddle – the joy I had lost somewhere over time.

Today, I would not be looking at the camera!

9 Responses to Dreams (continued – Soldier’s Reading)

  • Linda F says:

    Maureen, I cried when I read Soldier’s reading. Just his photos spoke to me as an honest, kind horse who had seen better days – and who had an angel look out for him, wearing your clothing.

    I also loved the story of how you came to have Mighty, and am looking forward to hearing more! The photo of you on Mr. Muscle reminded me of how I was at that age, too…

    How you came to have Soldier hits home especially now, since we went looking for a good, safe, “husband horse” for my husband, as his old palomino gelding’s riding days are numbered. Against his preference, we went looking literally just up the road at a 19 yo Paint mare who was giving lessons to kindergarteners and my feed store owner reported she was now for sale (how much safer can you get, I reasoned). Of course, hubby wanted a younger horse. I reminded him how Fawn, my “horse of a lifetime,” came to me when she was 18 yo and I rode and showed her until she was 25, when she finally couldn’t take the extended lopes in the show ring anymore. I trail-rode her lightly until age 31, and she died 6 weeks shy of her 35th birthday. So, he agreed to look at her.

    When I saw “Admiral’s Trophy” (yes, although a registered Paint, she is a great-great-great granddaughter of War Admiral), barn name “Rose,” she felt “closed,” just as you described Soldier. Not only was she 19, but she was a full 16 hands tall (meaning a mounting block was essential for these two 50-something riders). Sigh.

    Her 30ish owner was in the throes of a divorce and interested in nothing except hanging on her new man; she obviously just wanted the expense of boarding Rose to be over with, even with the boarding discount she received from leasing Rose out for lessons. Rose wasn’t horribly neglected — she was a little underweight, with a dull coat and bloating that I initially felt was due to being wormy (my suspicions were confirmed when I asked her owner, “What about her worming schedule?” and the boarding stable owner quickly piped up, “Yep, she’s due!”).

    Her feet, however, were horrible. They basically looked like they’d let the shoes just fall off and not bothered to trim her. (Yes, she is the one I am ordering the boots for.) My husband patted her and fought a troubled look. “She has no friends here,” he simply said. I felt my anger rising inside me and I wanted to give both those women a piece of my mind, but I knew that would not be judicious at this time. She was visibly ouchy hand-walking over a hardpack and I cringed at asking to ride her.

    Rose gave me an honest ride, and I rode only on a soft area. I got the sense that she really wanted to come with us, so I cut the ride short without cantering her, due to her ouchiness. I had already decided I wanted her for myself even if Jack didn’t want her. Jack understood. “I know, you feel you have take her away from these people, and I don’t blame you. They don’t care about her.” After we untacked her, I asked her, “Rose, do you want to come with us?” Up until then, she had been standing still, tied, like a statue. She immediately put her head down against my husband’s shoulder, since he was the closest standing to her head. Jack looked at me in wonder. That sealed the deal.

    To make a long story short, we had to wait a week for a Coggins since the cretinous owner didn’t even know she needed one to sell a horse (what kind of boarding stable owner wouldn’t have a copy on file -??), she loaded and hauled easily, and now is showing a more open personality. Her feet even look better now, after just a month here. After a good deworming, she picked up weight quickly and I’ve already reduced her feed to two-thirds of what they claimed they had been feeding her before. I also have her on Springtime’s Hoof and Coat formula, which features kelp and minerals along with the biotin.

    Happily, since she has no deep affinity with Jack, although she rides dutifully well for him, we did find a sweet, 9 yo medicine hat piebald gelding who visibly adores Jack, and Jack adores him. And Rose seems very happy with being the “older woman” with Eagle. I now teasingly call her Mrs. Robinson. Sunny, Jack’s older palomino, rules the roost now and seems quite happy to have time off.

    She now seems visibly happy with her new home. The other day, as I approached the barn for feeding a bit earlier than normal, Rose and Eagle were a bit further out in the pasture, then saw me and broke into a happy gallop towards the barn, almost as if hitched in tandem, the youngster and the senior, towards the barn. That was a wonderful sight, as until then, I had not seen Rose move any faster than a jog at will out in pasture.

    Well, I look forward to more about Soldier and Mighty!

    Cheers,
    Linda Fairey
    Midlothian, TX

  • Maureen says:

    Oh you made me cry Linda. Rose sounds like a wonderful girl and she’s very lucky you chose to take her. Horses really do speak if we are willing to listen. How wonderful of your husband to understand and be supportive! I never cease to be amazed by horses’ kindness and generosity. Which of us would be sick (being infested with worms cannot feel good) and have sore feet, and be unloved, and yet be kind and gentle and give of ourselves? I imagine how Rose must have felt and yet she carried those children in their lessons.

  • Ashleigh says:

    Oh I wish I had more time to comment on this blog!

    I’m with Linda F, Soldiers Reading made me cry as well. However, it also gave me the push I needed! I have hired Danielle to do a reading on my boy, Pirate.

    I have love horses all my life, but I was raised ON horses, not WITH horses. All my life I have ridden lesson horses, trail horses, or other peoples’ horses. The closest I ever came to owning a horse (aside from Pirate) was Skittles, who I leased. I have never been with any of these horses long enough to form a true, reciprocal bond of friendship and love. (That’s what we all want, isn’t it? That horse we share a deep, wonderful bond with.)
    That was, until I came to SRC. It is a very small therapeutic riding program at a relatively small boarding barn in a relatively small town. I started there as a volunteer on Saturday mornings, but after that first lesson I was sold, heart and soul. I spent all my available time there, working with the kids and the horses. Those were the first horses I truly got to know. In fact, they might be the only horses I can truly say I know and have a steady, reciprocal friendship with. But it still wasn’t (isn’t) that special bond between you and your horse that we always dream of. I can read them well, and we can communicate well, but its not special bond- just communication and friendship. In my two years there (just passed my two year mark in November. I still volunteer even though I’m away at college- I come home every two weeks to volunteer and I run their website) I have discovered more about horses than I had my entire lesson career the 12 some years before.
    (Bear with me, all this back story is going somewhere, I promise)
    It was through this therapeutic riding program that I came to meet Pi (Pirate). He belongs to the mother of one of our riders at the program. She boarded him at the same barn- I had always seen him out in the pasture, but never given much thought to him. We’ll call his owner ‘B’. He was never ridden regularly or consistently B was a “too” rider (its too cold, too hot, he’s too out of shape, im too out of shape, its too windy, the arena is too crowded, im too tired, he’s too uncooperative…you get the idea). It was early spring that year. He had sat out on pasture board all winter and B was about to get on him for the first time. She was hesitant though- standing in the middle of the aisle, all tacked up and ready to go, just frozen. She wanted to get on, but she didn’t want to be the first to do it. I offered. Nothing disastrous happened- it was pretty successful. B, being the opportunist that she is, saw the situation for what it was: she had a horse that she wanted consistent and in shape, and I desperately wanted a horse. Thus we struck op our “lease” of sorts- I had full access to Pirate and could do whatever I saw fit to do with him, whenever I liked.
    I was ecstatic. It was like having my own horse (without having to pay the hefty board checks and vet bills!). I had grandiose dreams of our future together, Pi and I. He looks remarkably similar to The Pie from National Velvet (if the Pie had only been liver chestnut!) and with the name similarity, I couldn’t help letting my imagination get away with me. I was determined to do consistent work with him and turn him into the horse I knew he could be, and I thought that this, surely this would finally be my opportunity to really bond with a horse.
    The grandiose dreams faded rather quickly. Some days he was a dream, others he was uncooperative and stubborn. He would simply “lock up” and not go anywhere at all (it wouldn’t have mattered if you had a bulldozer behind him trying to shove him along- he wasn’t going anywhere). I considered hoof problems, but he’d never been lame since I knew him and he had been barefoot his whole life. I considered some other sort of health problem, but B always assured me it was just stubbornness. I could never understand it- I could never understand him. It was becoming very apparent that he and I would never hit the show ring. I was okay with that though; I changed my goals to “lets just get this whole ‘having a pleasant ride together’ down pat”. We started walking around the property, which extended into trail rides around the big field and down the trail. It was scary at first- I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with a one-eyed thoroughbred who had never gone on the trails before, but we got it together and had some nice rides. Unfortunately though, we also had some iffy rides which made me revert back arena work. At this point, I couldn’t win. It was a tossup what sort of ride I was going to get in either the arena or the trail situation. I grew less consistent. I became a ‘too’ rider with him too. I started riding other horses. I still spent lots of time with him, but less and less of it was occurring in the saddle. Then I’d hear from B that she had a great ride on him, or I’d be out on the trails with another horse and we’d ride past his pasture and he’d give me that look- that surprised look that said “why are you riding another horse?” and I’d give riding him another try and it would end in disappointment again. After a ride like that I would doubt myself- had I really seen that look? Was I making it all up? After every disappointing ride I would doubt myself more and more. Now that I spend so much time away from him (only getting to the farm every 2 weeks and when I’m on breaks), its even worse because I have all the time in the world to go back and mentally replay our bad rides and mistakes and every time I go back and think about those rides, it confuses me more and more until my feelings about Pirate are one big muddle heap of stress, self-destruction, and tears in the back of my brain. I love him, I really do, but I’m so full of doubt and second guesses when it comes to reading him or communicating with him. I can’t read him the way I can read the therapy horses- or rather, I’m too full of second guesses to open up my brain properly to try.
    And then two weeks ago, B let slip something that completely unraveled me. He had back problems. Not minor ‘use this special pad under the saddle’ back problems, but full blown ‘needs consistent chiropractic work’ back problems, and she hadn’t called a chiropractor out in at least two years- she thought Pi would just work himself out of it and just never thought to mention it to me. That threw me for a loop- suddenly all his stubbornness made sense. It had been self-preservation! I had been hurting him. And that threw me into even deeper confusion- because then what did that make our relationship? All those times we had fought and frustrated each other to no end, all those times I had won out and made him do work- what must he think of me? I felt awful, I felt sick. All I thought we had, that ‘bond’- now I was seeing it from a realistic point of view- his point of view, and I couldn’t imagine having a reciprocal friendship with a woman who constantly made me haul her around when my back hurt. Were all those times hanging out in the pasture just him putting up with me, glad I wasn’t pulling him out to bounce around on his back or did he really enjoy time with me? Had I just spent over a year stroking my own ego and imagining a bond where it didn’t exist? He must think I’m the most foolish creature in the world. Thoughts like these were stuck in my head. I reached a crossroads and wasn’t sure which way to turn- should I go and apologize? Did he even want to see me? I had plenty of time to tear myself up over this as I wouldn’t be back at the farm until Christmas break. I was still beating myself up over it when I read this entry in your blog. I immediately looked up Danielle and filled out the form and sent in a request. Typing out the topics for the reading…I was a mess. I bawled the whole way through, but I really hope this gives me a clear insight into what goes through his head and will help me stop second guessing every time I try to read or listen to him.
    So in essence, this big long novel of a comment is just my way of saying thank you for sharing your stories with us- I love reading them, and without this post I may never have given serious thought to contacting an animal communicator. I should be getting a response from her soon. We’ll see what comes of it!

  • Maureen says:

    Wow, what a great story!!! Don’t feel bad, that is how it is when communicating with horses. We are not nearly as good at reading horses as they are at reading us. We are in an even deeper hole because of what we have been taught about horses. We have been taught NOT to listen – or even care. A horse who won’t go is being stubborn. A horse who is not cooperative is not showing us respect. That is where most of us are coming from at first. But if we really think about it, there are only so many ways a horse can tell us something. Not going is a message. It can mean many things – I’m scared, I don’t trust you, I’m overwhelmed, I hurt, or even I once fell doing this. Being the dense species we are we have to guess. You should commend yourself because you had doubts. Not only that, but many of the feelings of confusion and doubt about your relationship probably came from Pirate. He thought you were friends, and yet when he tried to tell you things you didn’t listen and overrode him.

    You can still have a wonderful relationship with Pirate. And YES! Apologize. Tell him you didn’t know, and you didn’t understand. Horses are far better people than we are. He will forgive you and love you more. I have had all those doubts. After Soldier’s reading I even wondered if it was right to ride at all, and in fact, didn’t ride Huey for a month while I dealt with my feelings about it. In the end I really feel that horses do want us to ride them. But not as machines, as friends.

    Pirate is very lucky to have found you – and I am sure he feels that way.

    I hope you’ll post Danielle’s reading!

  • Ashleigh says:

    If only we HAD been taught to listen- think of how different the horse world would be!

    Thanks for making me feel better about all this, Maureen. I didn’t mean to dump my whole story on you, but once I get long-winded I just can’t stop! Hahah. I’ve made plans to go home this weekend so I can see him and give him a big apology. I really can’t wait to hear Danielle’s reading- I’ll be sure to post it.
    I’ve been looking into equine chiropractics, I think I might treat myself to “The Well Adjusted Horse: Equine Chiropractic Methods You Can Do” by Daniel Kamen for Christmas. Our vet also does chiropractic work so I’ll definitely have to see him adjust Pi’s back in person and get some advice from him before I get anywhere close to trying it on my own, but it would be a handy thing to know how to do. Do you know anyone who has adjusted their own horse?

  • Maureen says:

    I don’t know anyone who adjusts their own horse(s). The chiropractor I used on Soldier showed me a couple things, which others have since also shown me, but that is all. I think there is stuff we can do, if we know how to do it. That book sounds interesting, let me know what you think if you decided to treat yourself.

  • Cindy S says:

    On a bit of an “off-subject”, I was searching for information on a mare I owned from 1973 thru 1979. I saw her briefly in 1995-ish, but lost the contact information shortly afterwards.

    LINDA FAIREY, this post is for you :)

    It was my 13th birthday when my parents gave me my first horse, Finale’s Fawn (yes, Linda’s “once in a lifetime horse”). My sister bought her several months before, but was getting married and had no time for her, so she was mine-mine-mine, lol. There’s nothing quite like your first horse at 13. She was, quite literally, my best friend growing up. Without a lick of experience, this stupid kid (me) tied some binders-twine to her halter, dragged her over to a fence, crawled onto her 2 yr old bare back and kicked like the dickens until she moved. She never so much as blinked an eye in anger….ever. We spent summers swimming in the lake behind my house & bombing the dirt roads & empty fields with my best human-friend & her horse. We snuck thru neighbors apple orchards, and she boosted me high enough to sneak some. We spent the winters riding belly deep in snow with an extra pair of my mittens on her ears to keep them warm. Her neck soaked up a lifetime of teenage hugs & tears. We figured out the 4-H thing and went to a few local ApHC shows. We were never in the big-leagues, but boy-oh-boy did we have a blast. She had only 1 foal with me, but I was there in the stall when she delivered Prints Bar Finale in 1977. She was the epicenter of my youth.

    I sold her 6 years later so I could afford a car to drive back & forth to work. I was beyond crushed, and completely lost track of Fawn after 1979.

    Fast forward to 1995, and I was coaching a young kid in local Open Shows before hitting the AQHA circuit. I had showed APHA for awhile, gotten married, and decided to train youth riders. It was at one of those Open Shows that I was walking from our trailer toward the stands. I glanced at a horse tied to a trailer & stopped dead in my tracks. There stood a little mare, not more than 14.2 hands tall. Bay, white spots over the hips, roaned out a bit, but the biggest tell-tale sign was the star, stripe & 2 snips and the rear half-pastern. I about fell over. I asked the guy in the lawn chair if it was possible that this was Finales Fawn, and he said yes. To this day, I can’t quite articulate the emotion. She was 24 years old and at a horse show! Not only was she alive, not only was she in front of me, but she looked GREAT and most important of all, she was being truly loved & well cared for by Linda.

    In 50 years, the greatest gift given me (other than Fawn herself in 1973) was Linda’s unselfish gift of allowing me to mount her & ride her to the top of that hill, where I bawled like a baby. If I live to be 100, I will never forget the way it felt to look down at her neck & hug it again, drying my face against her coat like I’d done more times than I can count. It was like coming home.

    My life was in a lot of turmoil, during those years, and I lost the contact information for Linda (although I still have the cherished pictures given to me of Fawn’s time with her to that point). So it was on a Google-whim, typing in Fawn’s name along with Linda’s, that led me to this blog. I never knew what happened to Fawn after selling her at 8 years of age, and I still don’t know what happened to her for the 10 years that followed, but knowing that Linda cherished her from age 18 on fills me with such a peace. Knowing that she lived until nearly 35 is another miracle altogether.

    I’ve done my best to immortalize her on the allbreedpedigree website, along with her son, her father & the stallion she was bred to, because it’s not always important how big & fancy a horse is. They don’t have to win the World’s, they don’t have to run the fastest or jump the highest or cost the most. Sometimes, they’re just a little spotted mare from Clarkston Michigan that changes lives all around her. She was and is our Angel.

    Thank you, Linda, for continuing to carry her in your heart! God Bless!

    cindysavoy@sbcglobal.net

  • Maureen says:

    That is a fantastic story. How wonderful for you to know she had a good life after you sold her. How lucky for for Fawn that Linda bought her.

    And you are so right – it’s not about how good looking a horse is, or how fast, or whether or not they win trophies – it’s how they affect our hearts.

  • Linda F says:

    Holy Toledo, Cindy! I remember that day I met you at one of the Spur of the Moment Club shows. It’s amazing that you and I would touch base again — here it is, 16 years later (and one husband and 1,100 miles later for me – I’ve been in Texas since 1997.

    Cindy, Fawn never forgot you. She never gave her heart as fully to me as she did to you. I was with a man once about 15 years ago who told me so, and I believe him completely. He didn’t know Fawn’s story; he “spoke” with her and told me that Fawn had been taken from her dearest friend years before I got her — I knew, having met you, that it had to be you he was referring to.

    Nevertheless, I know Fawn loved me, too. Once, when I had one of my friends ride her and I rode my gelding, Fawn got so grumpy and antsy at the beginning of the ride that, exasperated, I had my friend trade with me and ride Boo and I got on Fawn — and it became clear to me that Fawn did it because she wanted ME on her. I felt embarrassed and apologized to her. Never again did I ride her over another horse unless she said it was okay.

    Like she did for you, she gave me glorious times I would never forget, in and out of the show ring. About two years before she died, she gradually lost most of her hearing, foundered slightly, and of course her eyesight faded, but until that very day in March of 2006 when she simply couldn’t get up anymore and I called the vet, she made gooey eyes at the young geldings she befriended (one of my barn mates even called her “the Fatal Attraction mare” years ago).

    When I got my own place in 1997 here in Texas and didn’t have to board anymore, I was so happy, knowing that it would help her COPD to not be in a stall any part of the time, although I had never kept her anywhere I couldn’t turn her out at least half the time. She seemed very happy right up until she had to leave this world.

    She is buried here, in the pasture; last year, Boo joined her. If you are ever in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, please let me know — you are so very welcome here. We are about 30 miles south of Big D.

    She will always be the very top of that small list of “horses of a lifetime” that I had. Overachiever that she was, I know she will be at yours, too.

    Many cheers,
    Linda Fairey
    lcfairey@yahoo.com

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