Fall has arrived in north Texas. School is in session and some of our caretakers are back in class. The horses’ coats are getting thicker, ready for a predicted, cold winter. We are hoping for one more hay cutting to fill the barn. Frisky mornings. Hoodies and jackets. Families and the holidays. Many thanks to all of our owners and helpers for their “golden-years” horses we take care of everyday summer, winter, spring and fall. We love them all!
Rush had to be first in everything. First through the gate. First for feed. First for treats. First in the show ring. Rush was sound throughout his twenties in retirement — a bit antsy in case a horse or human beat him to something.
We loved you Rush for your wonderful cockeyed ears. For your “I’m always Rushing” to something. Elvis is still waiting and watching for you to rush around the live oaks in your pasture one upping him somehow — king of the hill up by the double ponds. You are first in our hearts, dear Rush. Gallop and jump to blue and blue and blue.