Living in the hills of Sage, So. Calif. on dirt roads w/horses, cats, dogs & other assorted beasties.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
SSM Cloud Fire, better known as Beans. 1988-2012
Yesterday, June 20, I had to have Beans put down. He was born with me holding him and he died with me holding him.
he was 7/8th Lippitt, he lacked breed type, but was a handsome horse
with excellent legs and grand feet that the farrier loved. He had
personality that endeared him to everyone who met him. One of my
favorite Bean stories is this--Back in the mid 1990's, I would let the
horses in the back lot out each morning to run to the barn into their
stalls for breakfast. One day, Snubbers and Beans did not show up so I
went looking for them. They were by the clothesline and Snubbers was
eating the nice spring grass. Beans, however, had been busy pulling
laundry off the clothes line. He had 3 of my t-shirts on the ground
& was working on a fourth one, happily chewing holes into it.
was a good riding horse and we had some good rides. He liked to get
behind a person and then sneakily try to pull off a pants pocket. He
loved to chew on lead ropes, so I had his own special lead rope that he
could chew on while getting his feet trimmed. I never had to actually
hold him; I just haltered him & handed him his lead rope to chew
& visited with the farrier while he trimmed Beans. He loved to
have his face rubbed after taking off his fly mask each night. He was
never a fast eater; he preferred to nibble and graze. He also never
gulped water, but slowly sipped it. In the arena, he could sull up and
refuse to move his feet in any direction but he moved out well on the
trail. At feeding time, he would stick his tongue way out the side of
his mouth and wrap it around his lower jaw, and drool too.
neat Bean things over the years and now all that is left are some
photos and my memories. Right now, those are not filling the hole in my
Good-bye Beans, I really miss you.
a view that has no end; no DSL, no cable, cell phones kinda function; dirt roads; plenty of space; no actual gardening, just find the plants that survive the conditions; a few good neighbors; wildlife up close; 25 minutes from the closest town--I would not want to live anywhere else.