Over the Fence: Remembering Windy

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I guess Facebook has a way of taking us down memory lane when we least expect it. A recent post from Horse Illustrated asked “Has your horse every done something amazing?” I immediately thought of my horse, Windy. She was amazing pretty much every day of her life. But the day she died suddenly in July, 2009 (it still seems like yesterday), she did something that amazes me to this day. I wrote about it in an essay that appeared in Horse Illustrated magazine in late 2010. I still miss that horse every single day.


About two years ago, I grieved with a friend as her horse succumbed to an illness and passed away. As the days, weeks and months passed after Romeo died, I graduated from the painful experience feeling like I’d learned something: Whenever the end was to come for my 26-year old mare, Windy, I’d be ready. Practical. Prepared. I’d be so wrong.

If only she hadn’t taken care of me so well and for so long.
How does a horse take care of a person? When I first met Windy, she belonged to an 11-year old girl – the little sister of my close friend, Scott. I was 20 years old. Sarah let me ride her beautiful mare (a Welsh Cob cross) which led to the best compliment of my life. I was cantering bareback around a field in Virginia, and someone remarked that I looked like I was born on a horse. Magic. Windy and I clicked.

Then one day, Scott was killed in a car accident. Sarah didn’t cry and she didn’t talk about her brother. Instead, she rode out her grief. She and Windy galloped through field and meadow over the next few years. One pounding hoof at a time, bits of Sarah’s sadness were left behind in their dust.

Later, when Windy came to live with me, I could barely support us both. Buying Windy was more of an investment in myself than a reflection of what I could afford. Feeling lost after college graduation, owning a horse gave me focus. But even though I’d been riding my whole life, I knew little about horse care. Windy weathered my mistakes and I learned how to take care of her.

And while I was focused on the kind of horse care that involves boarding arrangements, horse shoes and dewormer, I missed the fact that she was busy caring for me. When stress got me down, I had dreams about Windy. In every dream, I would be worried about getting my horse out of some dreadful situation. But every time, Windy got us home, not me.

This happened in real life, too. On wild trail rides with somebody leading us at a blistering pace through the woods, I knew I would get home if I just grabbed Windy’s ample mane and tucked my head. Out of the saddle, Windy remained my homing device as I pursued a writing career, got married and had children. For 18 years, no matter where I was – traveling on safari in South Africa with my husband, at home in the city, or raising a family – I could always count on her sweet face waiting for me at the gate when I arrived at the farm.

Windy

 

Windy took care of other people too. She served as an unwavering mount when my terrified mother – then in her mid-50s – decided to bridle her lifelong fear of horses. For each of the devoted Pony Clubbers who leased her over the years, it was as if Windy memorized the cross country course at every horse trial.

One of her most important jobs was serving as a trusted nanny for my seven-year old son Max, who I first held on her back when he was a baby. Through the years, Windy carried Max on tranquil hacks through the woods. Spooking was not in her vocabulary if he was on her back. She would pick her steps carefully through streams and over logs as he grabbed leaves, watched for frogs and affectionately referred to her as his “girl-girl.”

Last summer, when I got the call from the barn that Windy wasn’t feeling well, I didn’t worry too much. Even in her late 20s, she was healthy. It was nowhere near her time to go. But when I turned into the farm that morning, gloom overtook me — an unfamiliar feeling at my happy place.

Later that awful day at the equine hospital, I made the decision to end Windy’s pain. The vet said that I should “take one last moment.” The suggestion infuriated me. Windy and I had shared so many moments. I hated this one. He gave me instructions for where take her – around some corner, behind one shed or another. But my hearing failed. Unable to process his instructions, I stalled. I was not ready, not practical and not prepared. I was only a few yards from where Romeo had been euthanized 11 months before.

Windy, who could barely walk or even lift her head, nudged me and whinnied. Then she turned and walked ahead of me – my hands barely able to hold the end of the lead line. She marched to the exact spot where the vet had said to go. Somehow, she went around each corner and made all the right turns to the grassy spot.

How does a horse take care of a person? Even in her last moments, Windy cared for me. She took the lead, literally, when I could not. She affirmed my decision, walked herself to the bed of grass where she would leave this life – in her final act of horse care.

Windy

 

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  1. So good to hear such a lovely genuine story for the love of a horse , and having such a wonderful friend as well ! I lve in France and just before I came over I rescued a pinto type girl from being pts after a hard life , she came over with me and my other beloved horses (3) and had a much loved and happy 5yrs with us before she passed . The day she went I would never have known that night she would be gone ! I went to get her to bring her in for her morning hay she was quite cheeky and miffed as I had found her escape route to the resting field ! So I put my arm around her neck and led her towards the barn , she broke into a trot and was acting like a young foal with her lovely long mane flowing as she played ! Arriving at the barn I left her eating with the others , went in to change on return misty was down ! I called the local farmer to help me move her she couldn’t stand , I knew it was the end made her comfortable and midnight fri 13th oct she left us having my sweet blind cocker spaniel never leaving her side crying with her ! Misty was 45 iras happy to have given her 5 happy yrs with us , and will always think of her as that playing mane flowing beautiful. Girl she was My Equine Angel ! I feel she is still here with us all . xx. ( like your lovely girl she will live on in our memories RIP Girlies run free !) xx.

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