 Farewell to Mystic Girl
Misty would soon show me that she was not to be loved.
She was a brood mare, she didn't want to be bothered.
Her owner loved her, but Misty thought she was queen
and she didn't need anything from me during her stay.
She would run from me in the pasture when it was time
to come in at night and she never had that
friendliness about her that her son had. Hmmm, I was
stumped and told myself I would have no problem
sending her home. Misty was never mean, just always
to herself. She had been "just a brood mare" all of
her life due to a leg injury and I guess was never
used to that much attention.
Momma stole my heart. She had such a wisdom about
her. I guess after so many foals one would have that!
There has always been an essence about her. I treat
Magic and Mirage as kids so to speak where this mare
was a friend. She gave me a whole new appreciation
for brood mares.
Spring came and after many moons of searching for the
right stallion for Misty, I chose one (I had been
doing a lot of research for about 2 years before she
even came to me) SA Hudson Bey, A Huckleberry Bey
son out of the Bask daughter Ming Jade. There were
MANY stallions I considered, but you have to pick what
is right for the mare, and in my heart, he was the
horse. (Well, Magic's daddy would have been sire if
he was still alive)... but I love Hudson. Such a
sweet boy and Misty liked him lots too! :-)
Momma is such a special mare. She has given so much
to the Arabian breed. 13 foals to be exact. A noble
momma with a soft heart.
I offered to buy Momma many times during her stay with
me. Her owner wanted her back and assured me she would
live her days there or come back to me.
So here I stood on this warm October morning. After 2
very special years with a VERY special mare, I was
faced with the reality that in about two hours I would
have to say goodbye and she would make her trip back
home, over 300 miles away. The memories flooded my
thinking. The birth of my second dream horse, the one
that was to be a colt, Misty gave me a filly so I
would be able to someday carry on her memory. The day
she stepped off that trailer. Her chasing Buckskin
mares away from HER son. Laying in her stall when we
were both ready to have babies and her laying so
gentle next to me. Walks down the road. Magic's
attachment to her. Brushing her. Watching her around
little children and the softness in her nature. This
was a true Momma.
Then I thought to myself. I am going to do one last
thing before they show up. So, I lead her out the the
pasture where Magic was and set her loose to say
goodbye. I watched them while I stood on the fence
line with Mirage. Her nature was so clam and sweet,
yet at the age of 20 she could sure put on a show.
I love that mare. I will always have a special bond
with her, and in my heart she is always going to be
Momma, MY momma horse. She gave me 2 wonderful years
of memories with her, and a lifetime of memories with
my 2 dream horses I still have out of her. I will go
to see her and scratch her special spot and sit
quietly with her as we used to do. I will never
forget you Mystic Girl! You are not "just a brood
mare" you are the Queen and deserve your throne.
"Misty" was put to rest late Oct. due to a bad colic episode. She was 23 and
in foal to a Huckleberry Bey son, the last foal she was to have. Misty
(or momma as I called her) was a very dear to my heart mare that spent 2
years with me and she was a horse that I was sorry to see go home even though
she had a great home in MI. I haven't ever loved a horse that much that
wasn't mine. She was a very special mare to me, a friend.
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As I stood in the wash stall with Misty on this warm
October morning getting Momma all ready for the trip,
my mind drifted back two years.
It was October of 1998. I was on the phone with
Magic's previous owner, JoAnne, and talking about
Misty, his momma. JoAnne and I had toyed with the
idea of breeding Misty earlier that year and selling
the foal to me. There is nothing I wouldn't do to get
another of her babies. I wanted one just like Magic!
(careful what you wish for) Anyway, in this
conversation, she had said that Misty was open, that
time slipped away and they had decided not to breed
her..... HOWEVER, would I like to take her to
Wisconsin, pick my own stallion and do it that
way..... WOULD I???????? This is Magic's momma we
were talking about. No matter the cost, she was to be
here. Well, she arrived a few weeks later. Misty
stepped off that trailer and into my heart. I had
seen her before of course when I bought Magic, but
here she was. Misty, the tiny mare. All 14.1 hands
of her and that gorgeous head and huge eye. I was so
excited to have her here with me. Magic was so happy
and became instantly attached to her.
A few weeks passed and she decided she would start to
like me. However, there was no babying for her. NO
WAY. I am a momma horse, not a horse like Magic. So
Misty became momma. It fit. I rarely called her
Misty in the time she was with me. Usually when she
did something undesirable, and that was it.
Misty was bred to Hudson and 11 months later we
were blessed with Mirage. Misty and I went through
our pregnancies together (Victoria was born a week
after Mirage)
The dreaded sound of a truck came up the road. I
walked with Mirage back to the barn to wait. I was
going to leave Momma and Magic for a bit. They all
knew what was to come. They read me like a book. I
was sad. They knew. I dried my tears and talked with
Kirk and Kristi for a bit (the people taking her home)
I tried to delay.... then I thought, I am going to
loose it if I don't get her on that trailer. So, I
went out and got Momma horse one last time, loaded
her, and said goodbye. I am very good at holding back
tears, but when that door closed there I was, waving
goodbye and Momma horse neighing on that trailer all
the way up the road. Magic was going wild in the
pasture and I ran to have my shoulder to cry on. He
stopped as soon as he saw me coming and stood and let
me have my cry.