Yes, Clover, what a gorgeous fella. So sorry you had to let him go, but glad he's made a difference somewhere else!
Thanks, and thanks CL too. I emailed his owner right after I posted the pics, and heard back from him already. He's going to send me some new pics!
I've been blessed with a couple pretty special horses in my life, and it's going to take an awful special horse for me to get another one someday.
My horsey history:
First horse I ever rode was a green-as-grass 3 year old Appy gelding. We went off a cliff together when I was 5. He was my 4H horse. Bad pairing to say the least. LOL
Welsh pony mare - brief 4H horse, also not the best for a kid.
Went several years sans horses.
Leased a wacko mare at my friend's barn (this is the wackadoodle that broke my shoulder).
Got one of my dad's horses back when I was still a newlywed. (This is the tree climbing mare, if anyone here remembers that story). She was a Fadjur grand daughter, for those that know Arabs...
Had a psychotic proud-cut Appy/Thoroughbred gelding that was given to me as a "kid safe, lesson horse". 17 hands / 1400 pounds. Massive beast. The day he stalked up behind me in the pasture and I turned around to see him standing over me with his teeth bared and his ears pinned was the day I called the woman who gave him to me and told her she had 24 hours to get her P.O.S. horse off my property before I put a bullet in his head and fed him to my dog. He was gone the next day. (For those that know horse drugs, we have him 6 ccs of Acepromazine orally and he still flipped himself over in the trailer before he was out of my driveway).
Bought my APHA colt, "Ellis" as a weanling. Best horse I ever had. Had SO much potential. Would lead over ANYTHING by 4 months of age, I could do anything to him. DS is only 6 weeks older than the colt was, and I had DS on his back when they both his 12 months of age. No problems at all. He was already driving by then, and was 100% comfortable with a swinging rope (was destined to be my roping horse so I started roping him when he was really little). He was so amazing in so many ways. He was a natural cutter. He LOVED to haze the barn cats when they'd venture through the arena, and he was cat like himself, in that his favorite past time was laying in the sun and taking a nap. I lost Ellis to acute renal failure when he was just 13 months old. I still can't look at pictures of Ellis, and I'm tearing up as I write this...he's a 10 year old heartbreak that has yet to heal...
Tig was his replacement, I bought him just 3 weeks after Ellis died. I probably held onto Tig for too long because he was Ellis's replacement, but I'm glad I waited because the right home really did come along. Lots of people came out to look at him, and I turned them all away, until I met Wes. When he rode him that day, they were two peas in a pod, and the rest is history...