In Memory of.....
Please find below a very special memorial dedicated to a very special friend. A friend whom we've never spoke to, never met in person. Throughout the horseworld, you meet so many people, but there are some people you never meet, but they still touch your heart and become a very important part of your life.
In Loving Memory of Rebel
We had never met Rebel, nor had we every stroked him, nor had we ever hugged him....but he lives in our hearts as a very special horse of a very special friend. This is dedicated to our very special friend, Porky of Just Horses and Family and to her horse Rebel...
Rebel was an OTTB, tatooed, and everything, that Porky had bought to make a cavalry horse. He did that, as well as teaching a half dozen children to ride. He could trot or gallop in any direction, which is a trick that he may have learned on the track. One time while riding Porky stopped to visit with a friend down the street. While they
were talking Porky's friend's billy goat ran around the end of the house. Ole Reb took off at a dead run--backwards. If you think that's not seriously surprising, you are mistaken!
Rebel used to dance if there was music playing anywhere around. He'd jump back and forth on his front feet in time with the music. He also liked potato chips and ham and cheese sandwiches. They used to make fun of Porky in the cavalry that she didn't have to tie her horse if she'd share her lunch with him. The only trouble Porky ever had with him really was that if they had a cavalry charge called he was certain it was race time. And since he was about 18 hands and FAST he'd quickly outdistance the rest of the column. Porky could pull his head clear back to his knees and he'd still be accelerating. Porky used to have to stand out to the side when we'd film charges for the movies because of that trick.
He was killed by Little TrixieB. She and he used to kick at each other sometimes, and he would trot backwards and chase her so his weapons would be at the ready when he caught up. One time she kicked up above him and came down on his lower spine. He could barely walk for several months, but then he started to get better. THEN he started chasing her again, and she got him another blow. He really never recovered from that one, and one day just before Christmas Porky came home and found him down. He didn't act like he was in pain, but he simply could not get up. Porky expect whatever was damaged in his spine finally gave way entirely. He layed there with his head under the lower rung of the panel eating hay crumbs from under the hay trailer (his favorite activity) until the vet arrived to put him down. He was about 19 at the time.
Rest in peace Rebel, and may you run with the wind, and dance to the music of Heaven.....†
