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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Goodbye old friend

I want to celebrate the life of a friend. I only knew him for about 10 years, but I saw him nearly every day, twice a day during that time. Timmy was quite a guy and had an interesting life with many acquaintances and a few close friends. I think Heather was his BFF and partner as they had been together for 25 years. For those who say you can't buy happiness I call bullshit. Heather bought Timmy when she was about thirteen and he was five. She may have had a bit of financial help from her parents, but you never know and I have never asked her.

Even at that young age Timmy came with some scars. His shoulder was marked up from an earlier incident with barbed wire. Why anyone uses barbed wire to keep horses from wandering is beyond me, but I know it still happens. He was a bit of a putz when it came to self injury, though. He would sometimes show up at feeding time with a new ding, small cut, a swollen something, or an occasional limp. Who knows what he would get into when no one was looking. The worst looking one was when he somehow got his nostril torn on the inside (how the hell did he do that?) and kept shaking his head because of the funny feeling of blood running out of his nose. Of course with the head shaking and walking around his stall while bleeding, there was blood splattered everywhere. A call to the vet and a little patience, along with Heather's attention, the bleeding stopped, but the scene was like something out of a slaughterhouse from a hundred years ago. We got most of it cleaned up eventually.

Heather and Timmy learned dressage when they were young. Mostly their rides that I saw were pretty low key and just for fun, but I saw what he had when we would have a small, local competition. We called it the Timex Three Event Day. This is not to be confused with the Rolex Three Day Event or any other eventing competition. When Heather and Timmy presented for the event they were a sight to behold. How this tall, appendix-looking quarter horse converted himself into a warmblood was a sight to behold. He was taller, prouder, and had so much presence and seriousness I was just amazed. Considering he was at least ten years older than the other competitors he did very well. I do believe he came in second overall in one of the competitions and blew away the judges (me and the Cooker) with his performance. When he saw Heather's parents watching the cross country event he stopped and posed so they could take his picture. I am not kidding! It was times like this that I would remember his registered name was Intimidating Class.

Timmy had a number of pasture mates during the time we had him. They were all geldings because of his eye for the ladies. He would claim them and protect them in no uncertain terms. I am pretty sure he would have been violent if we would have let him have a girlfriend. He was protective of his last pasture mate, Frisky the pony. Frisky was often in charge of the two of them, but if there was another horse mixed in with them it was usually Timmy who led the way.
That's him on the right keeping an eye on two of the girls.


He and Frisky were pretty good buddies even though they had only been together for a few years. Being about the same age they had a lot in common. Been there, done that. During the summer they even looked a lot alike. Once they shed their winter coats they looked a lot like brothers only Timmy was about three times Frisky's size. They even had a similar blaze on their faces. They had a secret place in the trees that we referred to as "Camp Timmy". It was cleared of debris, shady, and away from most of the bugs. They often spent a long afternoon there on hot summer days. They had done all the work themselves.

The two of them always came in for their specially prepared breakfast and dinner consisting of a good quality equine senior feed and beet pulp that had been soaked in water for easy chewing and digesting. Plus it tasted good. I could feed them in their feeders in the pasture or I could open their gate and they would walk or trot calmly up the little rise, into the barn, and into their adjoining stalls.


Timmy had his good days and bad days, but was always easy to be around. His bad days kept coming more frequently and last Sunday, at the age of thirty, he was gently euthanized and buried in the middle of his pasture. I'll never forget him.



19 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

What a beautiful tribute. A euology that most of us would be proud to earn.

Ahab said...

Rest in peace, Timmy. A sweet horse and friend.

Pixel Peeper said...

Aaawww. Sniff. I feel now like I knew Timmy myself!

Should Fish More said...

A nice looking horse. And what a blaze!
Lost one or two myself, years past.

Friko said...

If you can say “we gave him a good and happy life” that is really all that counts.
Adieu Timmy.

The Blog Fodder said...

Hard to say goodbye to old friend, Canine, Equine, human

Diane Henders said...

What a character! I'm sorry you've lost such a long-time friend - thanks for sharing your memories with us.

A Beer For The Shower said...

I'm sorry to hear this. Losing an animal, no matter what kind of animal, is always hard. This is a wonderful tribute. Isn't it funny, how the stupid things our animals do (like hurting themselves, and leaving behind a Jackson Pollock of bloodspatter in the stall) are the things we remember most fondly when they're gone?

It sounds like he had a great life, and he was lucky to have you.

Tom Sightings said...

You think they're be around forever, don't you ... nice tribute.

jenny_o said...

Aw, I'm sorry, Jon. Losing anyone is hard. Is Frisky still with you, and if so, how's he doing with Timmy gone?

Jono said...

Thanks all, While we were gone yesterday Heather and/ or her husband came and took her saddle and equipment out of the tack room so now it is just an empty space. I took his name plate off of his stall door this morning and will give that to her.

jenny_o, We put Frisky and our older mare, Vedas (age 23), together. All is calm, but they haven't found anything in common yet.

jenny_o said...

Early days. Calm is good.

Janie Junebug said...

God bless Timmy. Thank you for writing about him.

Love,
Janie

Agi Tater said...

Aw. Heartstrings are strumming. What a sweet tribute to a lovely friend.

Donna Banta said...

Beautiful tribute to a wonderful friend. Well done, Jono.

Onevikinggirl said...

Thanks for being strong and let him go with dignity. Intimidation Class indeed!

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

So sorry, Jono. You gave me a rightful home in which to create Camp Timmy and beautiful memories. Although sad, your story is heartwarming.

Shammickite said...

One of my grand-horses died in her field overnight about 2 years ago. So I know how you are feeling. A loss of a good and faithful companion.

Knatolee said...

Never easy to lose a friend, but 30 is a fine age. Timmy was obviously well loved and well cared-for! COndolences to all...