Vicki crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge on Wednesday, February 27th sometime around 2:00pm from an unexpected heart attack. Her final hours were spent exactly how she liked it: hanging out in the barn with her friends with her favorite bucket of grain and tender 2nd cut hay.
We had everyone in the barn for the morning while we waited for some snow to help buffer the walkways from the ice. Everyone got their stalls cleaned- she happily bounced around in great anticipation for her tasty morning grain that was soaked with a little carrot and extra carrot tops. She received a little lovin’ like always and then we went inside for some lunch, expecting to let them out later in the afternoon to stretch and play. It was shortly after we left the barn that she suddenly passed.
We don’t know what her life was like for the first 11 years. All we know is she was born in Lebanon Connecticut. Being a granddaughter of two world-renown broodmare sires, Trijas's Mr Pepperlect and Tedwin Topic, Vicki was supposedly trained in Hunt Seat and won many ribbons until she broke her coffin bone. She traded hands a few times before we found her in a backyard in Muskegon, Michigan half-starved, nursing her own foal and an orphaned foal, and looking depressed. We brought her home and she received a forever home.
Vicki was the heart of our farm. It was because of her that I developed my love for horses. Because of her, we discovered the Kerry Bog Ponies, and drove a passion for me to be a breeder... for both Morgans and Boggies. She gave meaning to my life when I was a teenager and had no reason for being... and even as an adult, she still gave me meaning when the world seemed hopeless. We always loved to hear her nickers and whinnies and it made us laugh to look out the window and watch her patiently stand in a corner of a pasture and wait for us to come outside to feed or pet her. I would come into the barn and the first sight I saw was her head hanging over her stall with wide eyes and a happy nicker. Her happiness was always the highlight of my morning and night.
In a way... I lost my Heart Horse. Vicki was the heart of our farm... but we didn't realize how important she truly was until she was gone.
While we’re all devastated, I'm happy to say that her passing was quick and without pain. I have no idea what her life was like for the first 11 years... and her life wasn’t the greatest when we met her... but for the 12 years that we owned her, she has had the best life possible. That little mare had me wrapped around her hoof and I didn't mind one bit. She died the happiest horse in the world, and she was showered with lots of love, cuddles, kisses, and tears before she was laid to rest by our apple tree near the pastures, where we spent many pleasant hours together.
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