hardly a day goes by

We had to put Little Egypt down this week, she was 34 and the cold weather was too much stress on her and she had started to develop edema in her leg and pelvis from the tumor on her ass. We wouldn't let her suffer but she had a good life until the end. She was bred an Appaloosa-Thoroughbred and ran on the Appaloosa track in Washington. Donated to the U of Md she was a whack case when we started training her. I was impressed with her athleticism when she pirouetted off an earthen berm to avoid some pigs at the hog barn. When U of Md was going to sell her to the glue factory we offered a hundred bucks over the going meat rate. Dr P trained her to jump and perform dressage, and competed her for many years. Then there was the stint in West-by God-Virginia running up and down the holler with her two foals, followed by a long ten years grazing in the field here at Dogwood Puddle. I buried her next to Freda the donkey in the back cow pasture.