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Mischief made his presence known to me last winter when we took over the care of a barn of horses that the hired caretaker was not able to access due to the heavy winter snow. He was a tough little guy, fairing well with only a tree provided for shelter in a large field. He showed Vernon and I great gratitude when we would come by every day (sometimes twice) to ensure his water was not frozen and to throw another bail of hay down for his warm bedding. As time went on I recognized an inner strength in this little horse. Definitely the TB came through him but the Clydesdale that he was crossed with gave him an extra presence of strength. He was a for sale yearling however at the time there were no buyers looking for babies, especially pmu foals at this time. I don’t know what came over me but I suspect it was the same thing when I found Angel on a day I had said I would never get another horse if I had to board it out, well here I went again…but I didn’t tell anyone. I purchased this little horse and started covering his monthly costs with the intention to find him a good home.
As time went on we of course became connected. Jimmy had passed on an inside message to me that I was on track and doing the right thing. Hard to believe I know but it is true. Several days before he passed away, not knowing the outcome of this weekend of my last visit with him, I again got an inner message (feeling) and I knew that I got it right.
When I left the farm at Mackenzie Meadows several days after putting Jimmy down I could not get away without a hug from this little guy; he nickered profusely with his attention drawn on only to me and was not satisified until I gave my cell phone to Lyla asking her to take a photo of the two of us together. Given the opportunity to say another see ya' later he pulled me in by the shoulder over the fence line and tucked me in close to his side. I knew I was on the right track and all was well in my world.
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