There was a horse named Triton that recently left our barn to move to Texas. His owner is attending vet school out there. On Jul 16, according to these reports, there was a pesticide in the grain and 27 horses died. Triton unfortunately was one of them.

I’m so, so, so sorry.

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It just makes your stomach drop to hear things like this. It just reminds us how quickly life can be taken away from you. I know that one day that Cook will be no more and it’s something I hate to even think about. I know “there will be other horses” and death is a part of life. Whatever. I’m sure it will not ease any pain of losing a pony that is truly THE special one.

I know I have a big arse scrapbook, I pick over Cook with a fine tooth comb, I clip her religiously, I bath her more than the dogs that sleep with me, and I have an entire website dedicated to her daily happenings… but I hope that people know that she’s more than just a horse. I know people might look at her and say she’s ordinary, she’s common, she’s “little” (term of affection, my a**!). Like Jack Nicholson said in “As good as it gets”, I watch people walk past her stall, or dismiss the ordinary, little mare and never get they just met the greatest horse alive. And the fact that I get it, makes me feel good, about me.

She is truly, truly the most special thing in my life.

I have to believe that on some level that she knows that.