I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Tanka is missed on Carson James
Hi guys, I am doing fine. I just took a riding lesson on Brownie the Wonderhorse today. I'm planning on another riding lesson next week. I'm watching for another horse. I miss Tanka and Karen and I discussed him today. She was the gal that was with me when Tanka passed away. I told her what I thought happened. I read online that two horses had died from strangles in a town near us. One of those "I heard it from my farrier" and now I'm posting it on Facebook things. Don't know if it is true. I told her that she didn't know at the time but I had already decided that if Tanka had another really bad day of saddling, I was calling a halt to our mission and rethinking the Tanka situation. She said she had a premonition that something was going to happen that morning and had brought an emergency kit with her in her truck that included a knife and some cotton rope and such. But she was stunned over the whole thing, had never seen anything like it and couldn't sleep that night after it happened. I knew when I got a horse that it could die on me but I never thought it would be like this. I felt that Tanka had a lot of heart and tried hard for me and I feel triple that knowing now how he was sick. Thank you so much for asking. What a sweet group of people
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