In memory of...

BJ Sidewinder (AKA Joey) 
1968-1998

  Joey was a 14h sorrel, Quarter Pony gelding.  He was my first horse that I bought when I was about 15 years old.  He was a wonderful teenagers horse, teaching a smart aleck know-it-all that she didn't really know anything.  He was my trail horse, my penning horse, my parade horse,  my polo pony, my barrel racer and my best friend.  Even as recently as three years ago, Joey was carrying me in a local ranch rodeo, competing in team penning, sorting and steer daubing. Early last summer, Joey found a new home.  Although he was still very healthy and spry, I didn't have the time to devote the attention that he deserved.  So  I gave him to a local ranch where had been used to teach a new generation of horselovers how to ride and care for horses. Here he lived his last days happily until his advanced age caught up to him, and he way laid to rest in the spring of this year.
 
LITTLE SORREL PONY
Little sorrel pony, standing by the gate,
Don’t snort and  whinney anxiously, your mistress won’t be late.
While others stop and dawdle, straight home from school she goes,
Around the house and through the yard, to stroke your velvet nose.
Little sorrel pony, shaking silky mane,
She’s only in to change her clothes, then you’ll fly again.
While others shop for lipstick, and comb and tease their hair,
She’s busy with her boots and jeans, the woods are waiting there.
Little sorrel pony, pawing at your door,
She’s quick to grab an apple red, your share is more than core.
While others learn their lessons, you two as one will go,
Both ponytails a-flying out, your gait can not be slow.
Little sorrel pony, big dark eyes aglow,
How did you learn so fast, her every wish to know?
While waiting for her bidding, it may be you recall,
It’s always her who brings your oats, and even cleans your stall.
Little sorrel pony, flying out of sight,
Do take these next years slowly, please, she’s learning what is right.
While you drink from the creek bank, you snort and start at turtles,
While winding through the wooded trails, her heart is jumping hurdles.
Little sorrel pony, dancing through my rhyme,
You’ll carry her quite safe and sure, through this tempestuous time.
A time between dolls and dates, when a loved thing must be living.
A time to learn with gladness that true love is also giving.
Little sorrel pony, you never will be sold,
The things that you have taught her well, could never have been told.
Dear God I wish that others- Every girl I’ve seen,
Could have a sorrel pony for these years of in-between.
~Author unknown~
 
 

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.  There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.  There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and out friends are warm and comfortable.  All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.  The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers.  Suddenly, he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.  YOU have been spotted and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.  The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your special friend, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then, you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...

~Author Unknown~

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