Tim in the snow
It is with a heavy heart that I deputise for Tiny Tim, my friend and companion for the last 11 years, who has now departed this life.
Tim was a big horse in a little body. For a full up 9.3hh his heart, courage and charisma were huge. Many ponies would not have survived the early abuse he suffered, but Tim came through and has been a champion of all needy animals since. He enjoyed life and was always up for a day out, doing fundraisers, going to shows and patiently standing still while those with special needs stroked and cuddled him. To those of us who knew him well, the ‘standing still’ part was very awesome!
For the last year or so, in failing health, he has been in my thoughts more or less constantly. And when not in mine, he was in Sarah’s. Our yard routine was plotted around him with military precision, but spending longer and longer on box rest was not the thing for a pony like Tim. Frequent visits from Joanna (with lettuce – it’s low in sugar) and Rob (with Reiki) made his days more bearable.
Fancifully, I’d like to think of him over that rainbow bridge, playing tag with Bonni, rolling in a snow drift (his favourite thing), eyeing up the women and of course, wearin’ his red on special rugby days.
But wherever you might be, my dear Tim, thank you. It’s been a real privilege.
Do you know my friend Maciej? He is my vet. We all like him but we try not to invite him to the yard too much, because if he arrives, it usually means that something is wrong with one of us animals.
He pitched up yesterday with a determined look. Tawny did a lot of walking about with her bad leg and then he said ‘We’ll do the first dental’. I had been observing from a safe distance, but I was summoned. ‘Good Boy Tim’ she said, as he stuck a needle in my neck! After that it was all fine.
I was vaguely aware that something metal was being put between my front teeth. I expect that is so Maciej could see my back ones. There was a cold mouth wash and then a far-away but persistent noise in my head. It was all fine really, because I had her to lean on as I got sleepier and sleepier.
I woke up a bit later, to be told I was a good boy again – that can’t be bad can it? My stable was completely bare. All my hay had been taken out because if I had tried to chew on it while sleepy, I might have choked. I was ready for my tea a couple of hours afterwards I can tell you!
Tawny did a bit more walking up and down, then Paddy got his dental. He didn’t have the needle and he says his was a lot noisier than mine. He is a really brave pony. I try, but sometimes that doesn’t work.
Maciej says my teeth are a bit wonk and perhaps I had an injury to my head in the past. All these years later, I don’t remember being in the boot of that car now, but maybe this is another battle scar from my past!