Magi gets the Top spot. He was/is (28 + years old,now … he was about 23 in the photo ) my number one. He was a wonderful friend, my fourth child, and the best trail partner a girl could ask for. He’d ride roadside at night, with lights blaring, or deep in the woods. We were trail mates for 19 years. You could pack this fine stead to the hilt, or double if the need arose, and Magi would carry the load. Magi owns a piece of my heart and I hope if there is truly a heaven, Magi and I will meet again. I had to give Magi up due to the economy and for his better interest. He is in a happy, loving home with other horses to hang out with. I am sure his new owners love him as he deserves to be loved.
Beatrice Bunny (may she RIP) and Chicky Monster checking each other out. These are two of my adoptive critters, courtesy of my youngest son, when his ship sailed to answer the call of “Freedom Endurance”. At the time, it was a noble deed. Eventually, I set Beatrice free and she hung out with the gang, outdoors, for thirteen months thereafter, answering to the call of ‘kitty,kitty’. She died at about 5 years old. Something bit her, I think. Chicky Monster is old now. I’ve had him for 10 years … more of him to come. 🙂
This is Chicky Monster when I lived in Danville. He was so kind to pose for the photo, I had to post it. 🙂 At that point Monster was about 5. I still have this cat, although he is getting old … like everybody else, I know. LOL.
Stray (may he RIP) asleep with Jacob.
I did a post about Stray already and used this same photograph, so it may look familiar. I wish I’d taken more photos of Stray.
Abby … aka “Aaaa baaaaaah gail” .
At one point I owned a little horse property in Dinwiddie Country, Virginia. Abby was my house warming gift from my son, Brice, when I first started setting up house/farmette keeping. Abby was supposed to eat brush, but preferred horse feed and hay, so she ended up being a loved yard ornament. Abby loved the horses, and managed to break her hind leg getting under them, so I had to have her leg set (a story in itself), then separate her from her friends. She was not a happy Camperette at all.
April and Trixy
For those of you who have followed my blog for while, Trixy may be a familiar face already. If you don’t recognize her, I did a post featuring Trixy. I also gave her a spot in my orples books. April was bought to be a companion goat for Abby. April thought she was a dog and would not hesitate to jump up in your lap. She was so funny, but a little terror, too. With those sharp hoofs, she could tear things up. As time went on, I built a sizable pen for Abby and April to run around freely in.
These are but a few of the many pets I’ve had throughout my life.