My beautiful girl Gracie. It has been a bittersweet weekend. I've been trying for a couple of years or more, to find a forever home for her and Brownie, though I had no hopes that anyone would take Brownie because of Brownie's advanced age.
Gracie showed up at the back fence as a yearling. Dark gray and dappled with a dark mane and tail, she was a sweetheart and came regularly to see me. The neighbors that owned her are the worst - all I will say about them. They neither fed nor cared for her. So, I started feeding her over the fence
and fell in love with her.
Brownie showed up a few years later. Her owner from down the road didn't want her and she had been on her own for years, wandering. I had to start feeding her too as she was the alpha, and would eat Gracie's food. So, now I was caring for two horses.
The neighbors were divorcing and asked if I wanted to buy Gracie. We fenced in five acres, built a stall and tack room and brought Gracie to live here at the farm. She and Brownie would call to each other and were inconsolable. Brownie is skittish and I had no way of bringing her here except for cutting the neighbor's fence. But, I did still feed Brownie.
Brownie did finally find her way over and we put her in with Gracie. They've been together several years. Gracie is now eight and Brownie about thirty.
With my husband's health problems and my joint replacement and other issues, it has become so difficult for us to haul hay (at $16.00 a small bale) and feed bags (at $12.00 a forty pound bag) for protein pellets and bags of oats. I won't mention they love graham crackers, apples, peanut butter and carrots. I've spoiled them rotten.
Three forever homes fell through for Gracie. I was not going to let just anyone have her as they often end up on a truck bound for Mexico to be slaughtered and sold for meat. Don't get me started.
Well, I found a forever home this weekend. Gracie is huge, white with dark skin and they figured she must have some draft horse in her as she is so large. They said they'd ride her and if she wouldn't, then she could just graze the pasture. That is what I wanted for her. Nothing expected from her; just to live a peaceful life; no one abusing her or neglecting her. And, they asked if they could take Brownie too. There are angels still among us. They are only about a half mile away as the crow flies.
The farm is quiet now. No more fowl or horses. It is as if the farm has a golden transparency over it. Makes me sad to know the end of farm life is nigh, sort of like the many dilapidated farm buildings and barns I see around here.
I went out late last night to look at the stars, as I do every night when I let the weenies out one last time. I was surrounded in total silence.
I cupped my hands and as loud as I could, I called Gracie Girl.