I'm just so overwhelmed by the outpouring of sadness and support I've received from everyone.
I never had any idea of just how many lives she touched. I'm so grateful that I got the time I got with her.
And I really appreciate all your condolences.
The goats are not sure what to think. Hazel is "ok" but very spooky about everything. Atti is constantly calling for her and, when I let them out to "say goodbye," he went running all over the pasture calling. Then he sniffed her body and continued to look for her with a lot less intensity - still baahing. Poor little man. Lacey was his greatest friend.
Lacey was buried in her pasture, down in the most peaceful and wildlife-frequented spot.
The grass grows long there and there's a cool breeze that goes through in the summer. In the winter, it's sheltered from the strongest winds and it's where the deer always like to nap. It's a good place.
A friend of mine shared this photo with me of Lacey from the summer before last summer. I had never seen it before, she hadn't either. She just happened to discover a batch of undiscovered Lacey pictures on her laptop this morning.
I love this one.
Originally Posted by Allison Finch
Can you give a brief synopsis of Lacy's story? I knew a small grey arab named Lacey that I lost track of in NC years ago. How old was your Lacy? What were her origins?
Lacey just turned 29 on February 15th.
That wasn't her "real" birthday, but she's so opinionated, you KNOW she probably got her owner's hopes up about a Feb 14 baby. Just to spite them.
Her past before I got her is murky.
She was given to me when she was 23 = a lot of backstory.
From what I know, she had the same owner [in Oregon] her entire life - until she was 23.
They bred her "special" as their lifetime horse.
However, she turned out to be more of a handful than they anticipated.
She did quite a bit of mountain trail riding as a youngster and it showed - she knew her body well and she was as bombproof as you could get. I never fell off of her back, even though I should have multiple times.
Then, when she was about ten, her owner's teenage son took her out alone, in the rain, and tried to ride through the neighborhood on the asphalt road.
She was absolutely not about that - she reared over backwards on the kid, broke his legs, and messed her own hind legs up. She had the scars.
After that, she was retired to pasture-puff-life because she was "dangerous."
Fast forward 13 years, her owners were getting a divorce and needed to sell the horses.
Lacey was "dangerous" so an appointment was made to have her put down, with the only caveat being if someone was found who could "handle" her.
A mutual friend, who had been instructing me about horses, knew of this and knew that I loved Arabs so she offered to care for Lacey for a year on her property if I would train and work with Lacey. At the end of the year, if I wanted, I could accept full ownership of Lacey.
Of course, being a naive 16 year old, I was all about this.
The first time I saw Lacey, she was trotting the perimeter her pasture [so fat she had to stop and cough every couple of steps, but "who cares! There are new people!!"], in the deepest part of "Golden Hour," when everything looked as though it was on fire or made of gold.
My first thought was "HOLY CRAP. That's a UNICORN!"
I got her out of the pasture and began grooming her. And she WAS sassy as all get out.
But, as I was working on her, I heard Lacey's owner say to our mutual friend "this girl is the one. Lacey's girl."
And she was.
Her old owner's last words to me were "watch out, Lacey's always been kind of 'up.'"
And then that woman disappeared. Literally fell off the face of the planet.
Lacey WAS "up." But it was "up" as in "I don't suffer fools gladly"-"up."
I remember the first few times I rode her. I was TERRIFIED.
You would get on and she'd start bucking and rearing around..never enough to actually make you fall off, but just enough to make you decide you should get off.
She was a genius.
Anyway, it took a few years, but we finally worked through that.
Then I discovered she LOVED kids and she got her "new" job of teaching kids how to ride.
She LIVED for that job. If there was ever a horse that was meant to be a lesson horse, it was Lacey.
She had just enough spunk to "encourage" correct horsemanship from her more advanced kids, but she felt so safe that even terrified kids could learn to love riding.
She went mostly blind about 2 years ago but that didn't slow her down at all.
No one could ever believe that they were looking at a legally blind, 29 year old, horse when they looked at her.
There is a new unicorn in the clouds tonight.
Sarah and I neither have the words that would comfort you but we send love and prayers. I just can't imagine a day without a Lacey story. Posted via Mobile Device
Oh Wallaby, I am so so sorry to see this -seeing this thread amongst the new posts my heart missed a beat, we all know how precious dear old silly Lacey was. We've just lost one of the most loved horses of HF, and for Wallaby, a very special friend.
I am so very sorry to hear this Wallaby. I felt as if I knew Lacey personally -- I am in tears. I know this is a very sad time for you but for Lacey she couldn't have been in a better place and with a better family when her time came to pass on.