When your horse follows you without being
when he rubs his head on yours, and when you look at
him and feel a tingle down your spine...
you know you are loved.
2005 - 2014
Toby was rescued from the pound on the day he was due to be euthanized -
only about 6 months
old he had been treated very badly and had massive trust issues with
people and needed some good feeding to build up his strength.
Over the years he came to trust us enough to be rugged during Winter and
to enjoy a scratch
provided we didn't crowd him. His favourite thing was to go for a run in
the paddock and that
was when he seemed most like a normal dog, his tail would wag and he
would run up for a pat.
His favourite place in Winter was in his bed with his heater on :)
He was still very scared of anyone he didn't know and would hide or go
to bed when people came to visit. Toby was great with any other type of
animal and loved foals.
Toby died in his 9th year of cancer - he will be missed and I am glad we
were able to give him a good life almost stolen from him by the cruel
people who bred, hurt and abandoned him.
1997 - 2014
Stoli was our first mini and set us on the crazy path of breeding these
She really was a 'one person horse', would do what I asked, but showed
streak for others :) Stoli gave us 5 beautiful foals in the 16 years we
She always tended towards the chubby side if left unmonitored and could
founder quite easily,
so when cushings set in as well it became very difficult to control her
We tried many different meds and management styles but in the end living
in a stable/yard
with no access to grass or any food that she really liked (that diet
stuff is rubbish!) and always
dealing with some level of
pain is no way for a horse to live, and so the decision was made to lay
RIP Stoli, you are greatly missed.
Loki's death shattered me, such a sweet, trusting, gentle baby he was
raised around our dogs
and had settled into his new home with their dogs
very well... when two very large trained hunting dogs attacked him he
would have had no hope... shame on their irresponsible owners and the
local councils Queanbeyan and Palarang for not stopping these dogs a lot
Loki died the day before he turned 6 months old, he had only been in his
new home for a couple of weeks, but I know he made a huge impact in that
short time and they miss him terribly.
Loki was a very loving little boy, within moments of entering their
paddock I could expect to feel Loki standing up close to me, leaning on
my leg for a cuddle, needing to be as close to me as he could be... He
was an old soul, looking into his eyes you would swear he knew exactly
what was going on at any time.
RIP Loki, you were a very special little boy.
He's not a horse, but he was a much loved member of our family.
Its with much sadness I add Boy Boy to this page, only a young boy and
so full of
life, until we lost him suddenly to cancer.
Boy boy was not just a
cat, he was a character - a very vocal man, he always let us know where
he was and what he wanted. He had the amazing temperament you expect
from a ragdoll,
the kids and foals could do anything to him and he took it all and
looked for more...
RIP Boy Boy.
14 April 1978 - 13 November 2009
14.2hh Chestnut gelding.
3/4 Arab x 1/4 Quarter horse.
In simple terms Drummer
was my best friend for 22 years, he was
an excellent listener and never judged me :) many hours were spent in
or bareback just getting away from it all for awhile...
We tried our hand at a lot
of different disciplines including ODE's, endurance,
sporting, polo-cross and jumping... he was the ultimate all-rounder.
They say you get one special horse in a
lifetime - well this one was mine.
MANY times I trusted him and he never
let me down.
2006 ~ 28 years old
Once Drum was retired I tried a few other
horses, but none could take his place.
No words can explain the loss I feel
now that he has left me, to come home and NOT find Drummer waiting for
the first time in 22 years was a very sad day
But I know at the age of
31.5years he had a wonderful life full of everything he ever needed, a
very healthy boy
until the end, I feel honoured to have had this horse in my life for so
To place your horse's need for you to let him leave
his failing body above your need to keep him with you -
that is the greatest and purest love. Cynthia Garrett
somewhere in times own space,
there must be some, sweet pastured place;
of pastures green where fresh creeks flow,
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,
I know great horses live again."
24 March 1978 - 19 May 2006
Tammy was my first horse, a 13.1hh
palomino pony that I was given in 1988.
We had to round her up in a paddock where
she had been left un-attended for 3 years, her hooves were curled over and
she had lost large areas of her coat to mange.
There was no way were we able to load her on a float it was so distressing
so we walked her for 2 days to her new home.
Tammy had never really been broken in
correctly, and boy did she teach me to
fall off well. A stunning looking mare, but not as sweet as she
I lived in Canberra when we first got her and people used to think it was
that I would carry a crop on such a gorgeous little pony - little did they
It was nothing for us to ride our ponies
thru the drive-thru at McDonalds and we would
load the horses on the float, get dropped off on one side of Canberra and
the day riding home. Although she had no bite or kick in her, she could be
a real rat-bag,
rubbing your legs along barbed wire fences and taking you under low
branches, and boy
could she shy… But it was a barrel of fun.
Once I moved onto a bigger mount Tammy
was used by younger pony club riders - she was brilliant at the sporting
games so quick to accelerate and turn - pity about the non-existent brakes
Luckily she did mellow with some age under her belt, especially once she
was retired at
about 20 years old… she was much happier then.
At the grand old age of 28 I made the
very hard decision to let her rest when nothing we
gave her could ease her pain from arthritis and poorly growing hooves. She
was still in very
good condition and looked like a much younger horse, but it was time to
let her go before
the real cold of Winter hit and made it even harder on her.
It is very strange indeed to enter my
paddocks and not see Tammy's outline somewhere,
to not have her waiting for her meals in her yard and calling to me in the
hope that a
carrot might be forthcoming…
After owning her for 18 years she has been a big part of my life and is
something about the outside of a horse
that is good for the inside of a
SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL
1997 - 2002
Babe was purchased as an
unhandled two year old with her half sister Stoli.
They could not have been more different in temperaments - where Stoli
settled in very quickly and was soon running the place, Babe was a very
timid girl, on a good day she would approach you for a pat - as long as
you were sitting or kneeling at her level… on a bad day she was flighty
and unpredictable and wanted nothing to do with people. After owning Babe
for over 2 years she had not changed at all, even with natural
horsemanship lessons twice a day, the moment her halter was removed she
would revert to her wild little self.
We lost babe at 5 years old to a broken
leg, poor nutrition in her younger years made her bones quite weak and the
vet blames this for the type of break she had, in her stifle, which would
have made repairing it almost impossible.
A lovely little type of mare measuring in
at approx 32" at 4 years, it's a real shame,
perhaps if she had had a better start to life things could have been
is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse."
ROBERT SMITH SURTEES