Our story of a horse of a life time is in Dr. Helen's book.  We were honored to be the only horse people in Saskatchewan that were chosen to tell our story of how that one special horse has touched our lives, and I have had 2 such horses.  The other was Aliantro, my first Andalusian stallion. He was wonderful.

I was blessed with the 2nd gift May 31/2006 the day Hanzel was born.  Allan took me to the pasture to see him as the mare has not passed her afterbirth so we went to help her and as soon as we pulled up and I saw this huge baby stick his head out of the grass still wet.  I started to cry and told Allan he’s finally here! He asked, What? and I said HANZEL. Since I was 5 yrs old, I said one day I’ll have a horse and I’ll name him Hanzel - and there he was! I waited a life time for him.. so it was beyond devastating to loose him.  I had never kept a horse as long as him without selling it and moving on to the next to train for another person. But he was mine.  The day of loosing him felt like my heart was ripped out -  to feel so helpless not being able to console him that night to make things better.  I was not able to do a thing for him.

It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life...

I have put together some of my favorite pictures of Hanzel's time with us.

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A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: someone who loves us, and the luxury of regular meals.


Some of us need these reminders.

When you step back, it's not just about horses - it's about love, life, and learning.

On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness.

That same day, there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to sustain a life or end it gently.

As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses: the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for these animals brings us.

When our partners pass, it is more than a moment of sorrow.

We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have been blessed.

Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder. Absolute union.

We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness to give.

To those outside our circle, it must seem strange.

To see us in our muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts?

Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart.

Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste of long-term illness.

We shoulder the burden of deciding when or whether to end the life of a true companion.

In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses - or our horses to us.

Does it matter?

I'm grateful God loaned me Hanzel in the first place. For I loved him more than words can say.

Until we meet again in heaven where I know he will be waiting.