Passed: April 12, 2019

Ruth DeGama

Born: September 29, 1989

Passed: August 6, 2019

Breed: Arabian Cross

A long and happy life we shared with you.

If we could have kept you with us longer, we would have. We saw you take your first breath and were with you when you took your last.

It was a privilege to have loved you.

Cindy and Frank Huish

Born: 1992

Passed: August 5, 2019

Breed: Quarter Horse/Welsh Cross

Today was the Perfect Day. Yes there were others but the timing just wasn’t right. But today however was Perfect.

The sun was shining and it was warm on her face as she stood in the coolness of the trees and poked her head out to bask in the warmth of the sun.

She heard the whispers and whickers from the in-between. They called her name. It was time.

Her ears flicked thoughtfully back and forth sorting out what she needed. She energetically called out to the one who would hear and come knowing she was ready and would help.

She turned to honour her pasture mates; they held vigil and gave her room. She pawed at the ground as she was held with love, compassion, empathy and understanding.

The Lady kissed her muzzle and told her she loved her very much.

The Man thanked her from his heart for the love she gave him and he to her.

They told her it was time to go home to run free and to fly.

She remembered all the hearts she touched; all the times she escaped; all the times she carried willing children and all the times she won in the show ring. She was grateful for grazing in the pastures, marching to the beat of her own drum and the adventure of just being free to do as she pleased.

She was tired and wanted to go home.

The nickering became more clearer now. Her spirit hovered above what once was her and waited patiently for the cord to be cut. In a gentle whisp of air, she was released.

In that moment, she was free.

She could feel the energy rush through her and her muscles quivered. Her nostrils opened and flared. She breathed deeply hints of clover, alfalfa and timothy. She was beckoned forward by a hint of roses; and she could see before her the rainbow bridge appearing within the sunset on the horizon.

She moved anxiously, her feet started to prance. “Go,” she heard in a soft voice. “Go now Molly. Be free.”

She reared up and with renewed strength in her hind legs, she launched herself and she sprang forth … galloping up and over the bridge to those who gathered to greet her!

Her pasture mates trumpeted as she flew over them into the great meadow with the sound of her hoof beats still echoing softly as she disappeared into the mist.

This was the perfect day.

Last night we had the privilege and the honour to help Molly cross over the rainbow bridge. We know how many hearts she touched along the way.

She made us smile everyday. She owned her power and didn’t give a rip about anything unless you had molasses cookies. Then you had a use.

We were so grateful to have her as part of our lives … to be her minions and to be at her beckon call. We know many of you have your own stories of her so cherish them; smile at them as we do.

Thanks to Dr Sonja Faulkenberg for her compassion and Greg for treating each of our loved ones with care and respect.

Robbi Motta and Will Fortin

Born: April 28, 2008

Passed: November 3, 2019

Breed: Tennessee Walker

Jody

Passed: March 30, 2020

It is with great sorrow and gratitude that I share that Promise is no longer. My beloved mare of more than 30 years died yesterday at almost 34 years old.

She touched many and will be greatly missed. I am thankful for all the lessons she taught me and the courage she helped me find. I am so grateful for the joy and exhilaration she brought to each day we spent together.

Claudine Pflug

Born: June 19, 1993

Passed: June 24, 2019

Breed: Pony

Thank you for all the love you shared with your whole family. You were a warrior in competition; always going over and above what was expected of you. What a Spirit you had; making sure everyone knew their place and in return you brought such happiness and laughter especially when you would just go jump whatever was around on your own because you “felt like it”.

The extreme excitement you would have when you saw a horse trailer thinking you were going to the next show or on an adventure was priceless. Being the same age as your girl and never had been ridden before you both taught each other and thanks to you she is still Eventing and loving every minute of it.

Nipper, you were true to your name with your Nips when you wanted to get a message across or the loving Nips and hugs you would give unconditionally. You always knew who your family was and could always make a dark day bright.

Teaching all three of your girls to ride and how to be independent and responsible at young ages was something that has stayed with them all and as wild as you could be; you always took care of your girls even the youngest when then she was a toddler pinching your nostrils as we all stood and stopped breathing! You were so good to them.

We will not talk about how you broke my tail bone because you didn’t want me on your back and then ran to your girl like I had abused you! I knew right then that my role was to be a “Grandma” and just love you and take care of you on the ground.

Nipper; you were able to enjoy your retirement at a place where you were able to go wherever you wanted on the property; had horse friends that loved you and caretakers that worshipped you. Cushing Disease is terrible and yet you still maintained your majestic self. Handsome; hairy and just a beautiful boy. That last day; you had all your family with you and your girl stayed with you right to the end.

RIP our sweet boy…. until we meet again.
Love and miss you lots.
Your Family