| Majestic In Motion 1992 - July 22, 2007 |
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| "Majic" |
The other soul mate in my life, along with my husband Hank, was my horse Majic. The
name Majic was spelled like it was because it's short for "Majestic in Motion". That's
what I named him when I first got him because, even though he was plain looking in the
pasture, he was so gorgeous when under saddle being ridden. Also, he was like magic
for me, so the shortened name just fit.
I had Majic for a little over 16 years until he died July 22, 2007.
He was a Tennessee Walker gelding. He seemed to be full blooded, but he wasn't
registered with the Tennessee Walking Horse Association. Instead, because he was an
excellent trail horse, he was registered with The American Trail Horse Association.
I think he was abused before I got him. He still, even after 16 years with me, was jumpy
when touched. He once broke through his stall door because I was waving at a gnat that
kept buzzing around my face. He was quite standoffish and not in the least bit friendly.
That's not to say that he didn't have good ground manners though. He was a perfect
gentleman at all times when you were doing something with him. He just wasn't interested
in coming up to greet anyone. Oh, and he had one other little quirk. He wouldn't let anyone
else but me ride him. With only a few exceptions, every time anyone else besides me tried
to get on him, he either ran away with them or tried to rear up and fall over backwards on
them.
I guess it was a matter of trust because I don't consider myself to be an exceptional rider or
anything. He would, however, not only allow me to ride him, but he would pretty much do
anything I asked of him. It was almost like we could read each other's minds. He had my
life in his hooves a couple of times and always took good care of me. He was, without a
doubt, that once in a lifetime horse that all people hope they are lucky enough to find.
We had a lot of adventures together. We rode through rivers, along and over highways,
fought yellow jackets and struggled out of a bog. I didn't get to ride every trail in the state
on him, but we enjoyed a whole lot of them together, including Greensfelder, Little Indian
Creek, Swan Creek, Glade Top Trail, Meramec C. A., Long Ridge C. A., Cuivre River
State Park, St. Joe State Park, St. Francois State Park, Audubon Trail, Berryman Trail,
Kaintuck Hollow Trail, Rockwoods Range Trail, and Chubb Trail. He seemed to like to
trail ride just as much as me and was all business when I was in the saddle. He didn't like to
stand around and talk, if I was on him, he thought we should be on the move.
About 2004 I noticed that he sometimes had trouble breathing. It wasn't bad at first, but by
2006, he was diagnosed as suffering from Heaves. I did what I could to make his life
comfortable, rarely riding him, medicating him with, not only what the veterinarian gave me,
but with the vet's supervision, my own asthma medicine and nebulizer. He seemed to realize
that the nebulizer was helping him and would stand there with no problem as I pointed the
mist at his nose.
The last few months, I knew the end was near and we spent a lot of time together. I fussed
over him, trying to face the decision I knew was coming. As always, Majic took care of me
right to the end, not making me face that decision, quietly passing away the morning of July
22, 2007. Sadly, my nephew Sean is the one who found him. That, and the fact that I
wasn't there with him so he didn't die alone, are the only two regrets I have in our
relationship.....
Sometimes I think he's still with me, watching over and taking care of me while I'm riding my
new horse Shadow. Just like he always did.......
name Majic was spelled like it was because it's short for "Majestic in Motion". That's
what I named him when I first got him because, even though he was plain looking in the
pasture, he was so gorgeous when under saddle being ridden. Also, he was like magic
for me, so the shortened name just fit.
I had Majic for a little over 16 years until he died July 22, 2007.
He was a Tennessee Walker gelding. He seemed to be full blooded, but he wasn't
registered with the Tennessee Walking Horse Association. Instead, because he was an
excellent trail horse, he was registered with The American Trail Horse Association.
I think he was abused before I got him. He still, even after 16 years with me, was jumpy
when touched. He once broke through his stall door because I was waving at a gnat that
kept buzzing around my face. He was quite standoffish and not in the least bit friendly.
That's not to say that he didn't have good ground manners though. He was a perfect
gentleman at all times when you were doing something with him. He just wasn't interested
in coming up to greet anyone. Oh, and he had one other little quirk. He wouldn't let anyone
else but me ride him. With only a few exceptions, every time anyone else besides me tried
to get on him, he either ran away with them or tried to rear up and fall over backwards on
them.
I guess it was a matter of trust because I don't consider myself to be an exceptional rider or
anything. He would, however, not only allow me to ride him, but he would pretty much do
anything I asked of him. It was almost like we could read each other's minds. He had my
life in his hooves a couple of times and always took good care of me. He was, without a
doubt, that once in a lifetime horse that all people hope they are lucky enough to find.
We had a lot of adventures together. We rode through rivers, along and over highways,
fought yellow jackets and struggled out of a bog. I didn't get to ride every trail in the state
on him, but we enjoyed a whole lot of them together, including Greensfelder, Little Indian
Creek, Swan Creek, Glade Top Trail, Meramec C. A., Long Ridge C. A., Cuivre River
State Park, St. Joe State Park, St. Francois State Park, Audubon Trail, Berryman Trail,
Kaintuck Hollow Trail, Rockwoods Range Trail, and Chubb Trail. He seemed to like to
trail ride just as much as me and was all business when I was in the saddle. He didn't like to
stand around and talk, if I was on him, he thought we should be on the move.
About 2004 I noticed that he sometimes had trouble breathing. It wasn't bad at first, but by
2006, he was diagnosed as suffering from Heaves. I did what I could to make his life
comfortable, rarely riding him, medicating him with, not only what the veterinarian gave me,
but with the vet's supervision, my own asthma medicine and nebulizer. He seemed to realize
that the nebulizer was helping him and would stand there with no problem as I pointed the
mist at his nose.
The last few months, I knew the end was near and we spent a lot of time together. I fussed
over him, trying to face the decision I knew was coming. As always, Majic took care of me
right to the end, not making me face that decision, quietly passing away the morning of July
22, 2007. Sadly, my nephew Sean is the one who found him. That, and the fact that I
wasn't there with him so he didn't die alone, are the only two regrets I have in our
relationship.....
Sometimes I think he's still with me, watching over and taking care of me while I'm riding my
new horse Shadow. Just like he always did.......