Bred with care - Raised with love -  Shown with pride

"Penny"

TPF Makin' Room for Me

1/1/01 - 10/31/03

"If I Grow Frail . . ."

If it should be that I grow frail and weak,

And pain should keep me from my sleep

Then you must do what must be done

For this, the last battle, can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand

Don't let your grief then stay your hand

For this day, more than all the rest

Your love and friendship stand the test.

We've had so many happy years

What is to come can hold no fears

You'd not want me to suffer, so

When the time comes, please let me go.

I know in time you too will see

It is a kindness you do to me

Although my tail its last has waved

From pain and suffering, I've been saved.

Don't grieve that it should be you

Who has to decide this thing to do

We've been so close, we two, these years

Don't let your heart hold any tears.

(author unknown)

Penny was from Sedona's first litter.  Sadly, she passed away very young due to complications from a Bordetella vaccination.  We miss her dearly.

Penny as a puppy with mama Sedona

"Buster"

Mr. Nifty Tomcatt

I know, he's a horse.  But without him the dog story never would have started.  I purchased Buster as a weanling from a breeder of paint horses down the street.  He was really nothing well bred, a cropout paint, but his mother was a registered Quarter Horse and we got him registered with ABRA and IBHA.  I didn't show him much until he was eight years old, after realizing what a wonderful boy he was.  I took him to a bunch of shows in 1991 and in 1992 and he was awesome!  Buster never met a jump he couldn't jump, never rode a pattern he couldn't master.  We went to the ABRA World Show that year and took World Champion in Open Jumping; clear in his first round, ten seconds faster than the runner-up.  We went Reserve in Working Hunter and third in Hunter Hack.  We ended the year with five ROM's in Jumping, Hunter Hack, Western Horsemanship, English Pleasure and Barrels.  We were in the Top Five for three different events.

Buster was my life, my companion and my best bud.  He taught me how to win and how to lose ... and there were falls that I will never forget.  He never let me get too high on myself, always had a way of putting me back down in my place.  The only horse that I ever owned that knew me better than I knew myself ... knew when I needed a hug and knew when he needed to come through for me.

We fox hunted, hunter paced and cross country evented.  He was a fabulous horse for eventing as nothing ever scared him.  The only limitation Buster had was my own fear of not making it over those huge cross country jumps!

Buster is now gone.  He left me at the ripe old age of 22 but, somehow, I still see him every day.  He lives in my heart, my soul and my spirit.  He was the "Turning Point".  He may not be able to drop a shoulder anymore but I think he still keeps me in my place and lets me win now and then.

I love you, Handsome Boy, and will always remember how it was.  Rest in peace forever.

Love, Jan