Its been a while since I have gotten on here and posted about my horses. Comet had a downhill decline with his osteoarthritis and I had decided to euthanize him. I was devastated and that is an UNDER statement. I even had the spot marked off where I was going to bury him. I called the vet for arrangements but to this day he never got back to me. I messaged some of mine and Comet's closest friends. I sent one to a woman that used to take care of him and asked her if she would like to come say goodbye to him. I had tried to get her and a few others from his racing days to come visit him but they were always busy. This situation stopped her in her tracks. She begged me not to euthanize and I said I had to. She finally offered to take him (I am still his sole owner) and give him one last chance. She offered to give him herbal remedies, meds, chiro work, etc to help ease his pain so he might get one more year (or more) of a happy comfortable life. I agreed to take him but there was one stipulation, another horse. She didn't have any stalls available for Comet so she needed a horse to go. She had a little New Zealand standardbred named "Atheendoftheday" AKA "Dave". He had dropped a suspensory, was injected (which got infected) and the infection blew out in four places. It took six months of rehab to get him sound yet with heavy training, he became sore and had to be retired. He was broke to ride so she just wanted him to be ridden over the summer and for him to have fun. I had him for a week and fell in love. Such a fun little horse he was. Very obedient and sweet. She found him a new home and picked him up last week. I was heartbroken. In the meantime, I had 2 horses left. Only one of which was with me from the beginning...Ruby. I searched high and low, wheeled and dealing to find "the one". I finally found him on facebook. His name was "Widow Maker" (Tulane-Humming Strings-Precious Bunny). He was a 10 year old GREY standardbred who was free to a good home. He was born in California. There was no picture but somehow I felt the need to inquire about him before someone snatched him up. I never even saw a picture of him other than a couple I pulled off of google. I didn't know how bad he looked. She told me that he was skinny because he was stressed and couldn't take the racehorse lifestyle. Then it was final, I was going to take him because he needed help. I made arrangements for him to be delivered to Bangor Raceway. From there, the lady who took Comet would deliver him to me the next day. Its crazy because he was stalled 2 doors down from Comet. My old boy and my new boy having no idea who was who, in the same barn. I got home from work one day and he was there. He looked HORRIBLE. He was really stressed. BUT within the day, he calmed down a lot and him and Harley turned out to be best buds. It was fate that I got this horse because Comet, "the horse" that was meant for me, was born 3/5 and Widow was born 5/3. Once he gets fattened up, he will be a riding horse. Progress will be posted on here!