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So did these pansies follow through on these this time?
 
Would at least ONE of these suicidal freaks please do it? I mean you are already mentally-ill. No one will judge you…

Please light yourself on fire on Elm street in front of your parents’ house!!! Better still “in” your parents’ house!

Gotta start helping these mental Midgets off themselves. For their own edification!!!! They are saving the planet??!!!!

Sirhr
 
Would at least ONE of these suicidal freaks please do it? I mean you are already mentally-ill. No one will judge you…

Please light yourself on fire on Elm street in front of your parents’ house!!! Better still “in” your parents’ house!

Gotta start helping these mental Midgets off themselves. For their own edification!!!! They are saving the planet??!!!!

Sirhr
They'll never follow through with their cheap talk and threats of leaving or offing themselves.They make the bs comments just to draw attention to theirselves.
 
I spent the last three weeks with my mother in hospice. Of course, dad, my brother, sisters, and wife were there also.

Our family was raised on the farm.

I told the nurses to tell me the truth about everything. I told them I was raised on the farm and I knew where bacon came from.

Sorry to read this.

Loss is never easy, even when we have time to prepare.
Prayers for your family.

- an ole Page County boy
 
Been there but all has always gone well. Never pulled a foal but each calf pulled survived, cow survived and calf “pullers” survived with no injuries. I did get kicked in the head by a horse while trying to teach a somewhat psychotic mare to let her foal nurse. She came by her nickname “looney” honestly.

(Of course, getting kicked in the head might, just might be some of my somewhat less than standard behavior at times :D ).

That mare had great bloodlines, and was a half sister to two of the best horses we ever trained. She was purchased to be a broodmare. We knew she was somewhat less than safe to be around, but we knew how to handle her. I was a bit cautious as to who I would let be around her. Funny thing about that mare, she really liked to be around people, she really wanted to be petted, but ONLY ON A CERTAIN SECTION OF HER NECK! Pet her elsewhere and she would go for the kill. Had a lot of Merry Boy and Merry Go Boy in her Dam’s bloodline. Merry Boy was anything but Merry, but his son, Merry Go Boy was the only horse to ever defeat Midnight Sun, perhaps the best walking horse that ever lived.

This rather poor picture is the foal, Sneaky Pete’s Rose, turned out to be a pretty nice flat shod racking horse. But not under our training. We had long since sold the farm, quit training horses, messing around with cows and started to enjoy having some income for a change.

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There is a sadder ending to this story than was implied. We paid for waht was us then a small fortune for looney because of her outstanding bloodlines. After she weaned Sneaky Pete’s Rose, her first colt, she never put on any weight and in fact got poorer. Our vet, Dr. William Green, of Dubach, Louisiana, an outstanding man, took her into his clinic. Found she had a carcinoma. The exact same carcinoma that killed her sire. there was nothing to be done.

Dr. Green, realizing the financial predicament we were in, charged us $100.00 for all the treatment and two weeks boarding in his clinic. The bill should have been $2000.00. The loss of Fashion’s Serenade, (Looney’s registered name) along with the recent loss of a fine mare, Copy Cajuns Queen (who was sort of a member of the family) who died after an injury she suffered while foaling If Not for a Cajun Queen who also died less than a year later….

The loss of Looney was the last straw. We were loosing each month the cost of a fine home on the lake and that included any money that customers had paid and did not include Dr. Green’s normal vet bill.

We sold the farm. Sold all but our best little show mare (a half sister to Looney) Fashion’s Flirt and built a nice little cottage on Caney Creek Lake in North Central Louisiana. Our little show mare, Brenda’s cousin had a nice horse farm south of Shreveport and she lived out her remaining years in retirement.

The story gets sadder. Brenda’s cousin so liked our little mare that when she died at the rather young age of 17, Brenda’s cousin quit riding and has never ridden a horse since that time.

We have our memories, our pictures and little else to show for But there was that one night, in the little Berg of Forest Mississippi

All the big name horses were there, Our little Fashion’s Flirt, BEAT THEM ALL. When Flirt left the ring, with Brenda aboard, the crowd mobbed her. It was a movie picture scene burned in my memory. I’ll never forget. FLIRT was one hell of a good little horse.

Flirt as a two year old having just topped the aged horses in Plantation Pleasure at El Dorado Arkansas. She was a miracle.
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Would at least ONE of these suicidal freaks please do it? I mean you are already mentally-ill. No one will judge you…

Please light yourself on fire on Elm street in front of your parents’ house!!! Better still “in” your parents’ house!

Gotta start helping these mental Midgets off themselves. For their own edification!!!! They are saving the planet??!!!!

Sirhr
Or light yourself on fire and chase your MAGA parents. That'll show 'em.

According to Richard Pryor, people get out of your way when you're on fire.
 
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