Sad times in my barn...

On January 13th our mare, Lemon Drop Diva, foaled out the most beautiful palomino overo quadruple registered filly we've ever had. My mom was in Hawaii at the time and I was trying so hard to not get attached because we breed horses to sell them, however that went out the window quickly. When my mom got home and saw her it was instantly, "We are keeping her." Originally I had named her Kami for Kam Chancellor the Seahawks number 31 player. I was wearing his jersey when I discovered her standing dry in the stall hidden by her mother. (This is the second time Divy foaled secretly.) Kami just didn't seem to fit her and we've been naming all our fillies lately with names that start with the letter "P." The choice for a new nickname came down to Presley or Paisley. The whole family voted and she now became "Paisley." She was just the sweetest, kindest, most snuggly baby we've had. She instantly took to anything I asked her to do from picking up feet to leading.

I started a 365 days of Paisley album on my facebook page to put pretty positive pictures on my feed. Paisley ended up with quite a following. In June, she developed an large umbilical hernia that ended up so big that the intestine protruded through and we rushed her to Oregon state university for emergency surgery. She came through it with flying colors and we got to bring her home 3 days later. OSU does such an excellent job. Paisley had been stall bound healing up and just graduated to a 12 x 24 foot stall. She was happy and bouncy and still sweet as ever. Friday we came home in the evening and I stopped to check on her. She was down in her stall and in very bad shape. It had been obvious she'd been there for a while. Her eyes were glazed and she couldn't stand. As soon as she realized I was there she did her usual knickers to me and tried to get to me. I instantly rushed in and had her lay down with her head on my lap...We called the vet and he was there twenty minutes later. I knew it was really bad. Our vet examined her and shook his head. Her blood was toxically black, her fever was off the charts and her manure was toxic smelling. He was willing to try everything in his truck, but my mom and I and he knew nothing would work and she wasn't going to make the 40 minute drive to a surgical clinic. Owning animals is literally the hardest thing and the best thing that someone can do. We made the mutual decision to end her suffering. She was truly my little golden horse and I know she's pain free, but it's so hard to let go. So this is my eulogy to my Princess Paisley registered as Lemoncello with AQHA/APHA...I love you...