It's so hard to believe it's been 10 years since the grand old mare, Supper, entered my life for a brief time. It's even harder to believe that after all these years I still think of her.
Today as I used the tractor to move base rock & decomposed granite from my dad's property to mine, I got thinking about Supper. When she arrived from S CA she was in such poor shape that her old bones still showed, even after a couple months of feed at the wonderful rescue who fought to save her. Her protruding hips had sores from laying on the ground. My folks took Supper into their hearts and had a semi load of sand brought in for her. That pile of sand became known as Supper's Sand.
Over the years many horses have enjoyed the soft, warmth of Supper's Sand. It's been a favorite spot for all the Dream Catcher horses; from foals to adults to the occassional rescue who has stopped by. Even the dogs have enjoyed laying in that sand pile, watching over their domain.
Bouncing along on the tractor I reflected on the fact that it was Supper who raised the weanling Faye. She was such a good babysitter, steady & loving. I'm sure having her as a nanny contributed to the wonderful mare Faye is today. It was Supper's grandsire who sired Exceller, the namesake of the Exceller Fund. For those who don't know, Exceller was a former race horse who went to slaughter in England when his owner no longer wanted to pay his upkeep. My mind raced on with reflections of what Supper had meant to me & what she brought to the lives of all those who knew her in her last year. How could I not have Supper's Sand in my life after the sale of my dad's property?
For the next 2 hours I used the box scraper to get as much of Supper's Sand as possible into a pile. I then used the bucket to bring a dozen loads onto my property. Next I scraped as much as possible across my dad's property & onto mine. As long as there's horses on my property, I will always be able to look out & see them rolling or laying in the sand. They will always have the privilege & honor of enjoying Supper's Sand.
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