He left us on a warm morning in July. Unexpected, as he had been doing reasonably well; but the days had become much warmer. I had noticed curled leaves on the Redbud trees…an indicator of herbicide over spray in the wind drifts. So, it was inevitable… but still, as I stood by his still body, I couldn’t help but think about all he meant to me. Twenty-five years of years of friendship. Yes, I said friendship and that is how I saw it. Always waiting for me, talking as I walked his way, a gentleman always. Goodbye my friend.

I cannot go on without paying honor to Spot On Molly, who passed away in the same fashion. Laid down in the sun and went to the forever sleep. Molly was one of the original three who were boarded the flight to the states. All three were about 8 months old, if that, and new to us and the country here. We were on a new journey in the horse world introducing a breed no one knew about. Our lives had been wrapped around horses, but this was different and we wanted to share them with the public and did so at Equine Affaires long before there were shows.

I cannot sign off without letting you know Talbot’s Cracker, number three…is still doing well and was the one of the three that saw the most of the show ring and his blue ribbons will continue to decorate a wall in our tack room.

These three have left a legacy of great memories, offspring that exemplified what the “Travellers” of the UK envisioned as a proper cob (now known as Gypsy Vanners), and a life style change for a couple of souls who were retiring from corporate America.

Cheers and thank you for reading thru to the end.