Yellow Isn't Just a Color....

I know it's been a while since I last wrote.  I was grieving the loss of my black beauty.  I have days when I think of him and miss him tremendously.  He will always hold a special place in my heart and mind. 
I started looking for a horse and found one, he's one I met before, about 2 years ago.  Beautiful now 9 year old registered Morgan gelding about 14.2 hh, palomino with dapples!! He also has a strip of brown on his face, like most horses have white he has brown.  There is a small white star on his forehead.  What a stunning horse.  He may be younger but that horse will go where you point him without balking.  Over, through, around anything! Sure footed! I took him places I never would have taken BJ.  BJ had a bum knee that prevented us from going down anything too steep. I was always afraid his knee would go out and we would go for a tumble.  I loved BJ and always will but it is time to go forward and ride with my daughters while I still can.  Fall riding is the best!  We have to squeeze as much in as possible, since hunting season and winter are right around the corner.  Hunters do not take to kindly to riders going through the woods when they are trying to put winter meat in the freezer or a trophy on their wall.
So without further ado, I'd like you to meet Yellow.

He is a looker and a lover.  He loves attention, in fact he almost demands it.  What an absolutely gorgeous boy! :) Hard for me to believe that we have horses!  We are fortunate to have them.  One of my favorite places to be is out in the pasture with them :)  Amazing creatures put on this earth.  Best therapy in the world for me is spending time with our animals.
Til, next time.....

Last Walk

I hope to get through this post without tears although it most likely won't happen.
Sunday the 15th  I took the last walk with my horse.  It's not a walk I want to remember but one I always will.
I have to remember the good walks and time we had together as a team.  Sure there were times that we butted heads, ok a lot of time, but we worked through them and became an awesome team.

This is the last walk I'd like to remember.  R.I.P. Black Jack, July 15th 2012.

I miss him everyday.  Our lives here involve horses on a daily basis. Some days there are more than just our horses, those are the days I miss him the most.  I will see a horse and it reminds me of him so much it hurts.  Horses touch your heart in a way nothing else comes close to.  Human love is different than the love of an equine.  He was a challenge and once we finally understood one another, he was the easiest and most smooth ride we have here.  Always the first at the gate to welcome you home, to get loved on, and oh the treats.  He's up in Heaven now with Grandpa watching over me along with his cow Betsy.   Missing my boy...

(Sorry for the  pictures being sideways.  I looked for a way to put them upright and couldn't find it.)