Roses are red
Violets are blue
I fucking hate horses
I wish you drank vodka, too
|sarah is #judgingyou for your treat whoreness, bobby.|
Riding Bestie came up to say goodbye to Bobby and help me torture him with one last photo shoot. It only involved one ugly crying moment for which I am very proud of us.
|bobby says, "torture? i got to hang out and have fun while we tortured these puppers!"|
I want to thank everyone who contributed to the care package for Bobby and I, as Bobby ate the entire bag of German Horse Cookies in the space of about fifteen minutes and was very upset when they were gone.
|"but i don't want those stupid apple nuggets, i want the fancy cookies!"|
And, of course, just a giant thank you to everyone who has commented or simply read along over the past several years. Most of you guys never got to know my original heart horse, Red. Bobby has been the star of the blog for so long and has expanded my horse community horizons so much that it feels like I'm losing part of my identity.
|so many memories, and probably just as many shows where we fucked things|
up and didn't come home with anything.
Despite Bobby's unwavering joie de vivre, there's no doubt in my mind it's his time no matter how unfair it is. His coronary band is getting worse by the day--it's practically crumbling apart at this point--and I can tell he's starting to get bored living in his stall even with the never-ending treat supply. He's going to go out while he's happy, and his pain is being managed, and never knowing how truly awful his situation is.
|who knew barking dogs locked in cars were the key to his posing all along?|
There will be another horse, and the blog will continue. However, I don't want to make the same mistake and rush into another horse and end up resenting them for the first year like I did with Bobby when Red died. Horses actually cost real money, a concept I am most unfamiliar with having gotten all of my horses over the years with a combined purchase price of less than $1,500. Once these final two vet bills are paid off I'll start saving and see what shows up on my radar....you know, for around $0.
|the only bad part about all these ribbons is having to hang them back up in chronological|
order because that's how i roll.
In the meantime, Bobby will be spending his weekend getting every single food item he can possibly want stuffed down his throat, and on Sunday I'll turn him out in the indoor over night with his bestie so he can have one last
|and check with the local tack store to see if they carry fancy cookies|