That’s her registered name . . . but we’ve always called her Bonnie.
My trusty steed. We have gone so many miles together, I can’t even begin to count.
She’s been mine for almost 11 years, and she’s carried me through the Badlands without so much as a misstep; we’ve checked and chased cows, fixed fences and gates, picked berries, and enjoyed lots of beautiful scenery and wonderful weather together over the years.
She’s even carried some of my friends lots of miles!
Victoria has even ridden her!
She went with me to live in Nebraska while we lived there, and she has taken care of my colt, PeeWee, like a second mother, especially when PeeWee lost his mother 5 years ago.
She was born on June 8, 1991, in Rich Hill, Missouri, and she’s a great-great-granddaughter of the famous roping horse, Jackie Bee.
She was one temperament, one speed, and perfect for me.
On Wednesday, October 18, Bonnie left this world, and left an empty spot in the pasture, and a gaping shredded hole in my heart.
I’m not fishing for sympathy, and I usually try to keep this a happy place, but I also think it’s only fair to let you know that life isn’t always rosy around here. I also realize that most of you know what it’s like to lose a dearly-loved fur friend, so you’ll understand.
I’m gonna miss her “Bitch-don’t-come-at-me-with-that-saddle” look, and I think she got as dirty as possible sometimes on purpose, just to make it too much effort for me to get her cleaned up to ride!
I’m extremely sad to think that this will never be my view again:
And that I’ve given my last kisses to this lovable fuzzy old snout:
PeeWee has been calling for her, which only breaks my heart even further. In between embarrassingly uncontrollable bouts of incoherent sobbing, I’m trying to quilt as much as possible to keep my mind occupied. I’ve always been so happy that my studio has a view of the horse pasture and the goat pen, so I can always look out and see all my babies while I’m working — but sometimes, it really tears at my heart.
In honor of Bonnie, I hope you will all go give your fur babies an extra dose of love today.
On a brighter note, Ranger just turned six months old, and weighs 40 pounds now! And won’t stand still long enough for me to get any good pictures, but I’ll be back with a Ranger update soon. (He’s growing his winter coat!)