#scoobers

[lunarsands]

Me, trying to get my brain together to get out of bed and be productive while struggling with persistent pain in my achilles tendons (it's back. Back again. Guess what's back. Fml) plus possible broken toe:

My long-haired tabby cat who has climbed the computer chair to get at the window, in the smallest, most airy breath of a voice ever: "...Aa"

(I think he's trying to indicate he wants breakfast, but I'm not sure)

[titanium8996]

My lil swimmers!! Daily dose of Corgi cuteness 😍😍 You're welcome 😊 #swimtime #hotsummerday #shaggyjohnnyringo #DingaPoo #scrappyscoobyboots #CorgiLife #CorgiBoy #SillyCorgi #Corgi #instacorg #corgisofinstagram #CorgiParty #Pembroke #PembrokeTri #TriColor #lucycorgirrificbrown #LucyLivesOnForeverInMyHeart #corgination #Scoobers #Pooper 💩 #ilovemydog #goonygoons (at Carbondale, Colorado)

[titanium8996]

Pool Party!!! Daily dose of Corgi cuteness 😍😍 You're welcome 😊 #shaggyjohnnyringo #scrappyscoobyboots #CorgiLife #CorgiBoy #SillyCorgi #Corgi #instacorg #corgisofinstagram #CorgiParty #Pembroke #PembrokeTri #TriColor #lucycorgirrificbrown #LucyLivesOnForeverInMyHeart #corgination #Scoobers #Pooper 💩 #ilovemydog #goonygoons (at Brown Palace)

[mysticbaconslice]

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[fourstardawna]

What's done is done

After a whirl of post-shift errands, I came home around noon to find out that our eldest horse Scoobers passed away. It was a shock despite the fact that she was 33 (that's like 105 in people years), because it was so sudden and she was always in pretty good physical condition. I know she was alive when I left for work last night around 9:30... as usual, she was roaming around outside and I could hear her rustling and coughing. I dared not to look at the body... she died outside seemingly peacefully, but all the horses were acting very strangely. They usually scream, stomp, and are just plain rude waiting on their morning feed, but all were quiet and sulky like they somehow knew she was gone.

I'll admit I shed some tears. Yes there will be a little less work for us to do every day now that the worst stall to muck is no longer an issue, but I can't remember a time when we didn't have Scoobers. She was an abuse case that learned to trust us, never bit nor kicked, and spawned two generations. I had her as my 4H project horse, and I can remember getting scoffs and eyebrow raises when all the other girls had younger horses than my 18-year-old one that I brushed every other day. I remember when I thought Scoobers was a big horse, and now I'm tall enough to see the top of her back. Her white star spread across her forehead with old age, her mane and tail shed to ribbons.

I woke up a few hours later to the sounds of a backhoe... I'm a little fortunate I got to miss that scene. A loud clunking machine scooping up your 600-pound childhood friend and running her up to a hole in the ground sounds a little traumatizing. The banshee metal shovel pierced the earth, poured the sand over her, and then smoothed over the nick in the hillside with a scrape of the trowel. I've lost pets before in the past, and while I knew this was always coming to us, it feels bizarre to hear no more whickering from the last stall on the right.