Beautiful Buddy's story is best told in pictures
A very kind woman called us reporting a "wild horse" starving in the desert.
We drove to the Southern Colorado/New Mexico border and here
is what we found ...
There was nothing "wild" about this horse, he ate right from a bucket held by a human and when the trailer door swung open, he jumped right in without being asked as if to
say "Please get me out of here!"
Buddy was obviously previously owned and dumped in the desert and left to starve.
We brought Buddy home to DreamCatchers and with love, food, vet care and attention he slowly began to return to health.
Buddy is now a Permanent Resident at DreamCatchers and also one of the favorites, he is such a ham!
IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR BUDDY
I have been struggling with this ever since Buddy passed, how to write his memorial. It makes it real that he is gone when I sit down and think of him and his time here with me, with
us. From the moment Candice arrived at the Wild Horse Mesa, and he saw the trailer, he was special. Oh, he was special before that, I am sure, but in our world this horse that came to us
July 11, 2011 became the essence of DreamCatchers. He ran to the trailer and jumped in as if to say “I’m ready, lets go.” and “What took you so long to get here!?!”
I was not in town the day he arrived. It was Paul’s Birthday and we took the week to celebrate in Santa Fe, but I orchestrated the rescue from afar. Thank god my angel Candice was able to
make the trip to South of San Luis, CO to get him.
When he came off the trailer at the rescue, Mr. Ed was there to greet him and get him settled in. He took great care to make sure he was comfortable, spent time with him, brushing and just
being with him. Mr. Ed always said that he got a sense from Buddy that he was broken, as if he was saying “Why even try” but try he did, and he began to thrive and became a healthy,
cantankerous, loving, beautiful old man.
I spent nearly every day, 7 days per week, 52 weeks per year, 4 years with this old man, Buddy, not Mr. Ed. I would call to him and he would call back. He would let his desires be
known in no uncertain terms, HE WOULD NOT LIVE WITH THE OTHER OLD FARTS, THEY ARE MEAN! He wanted to live in the big barn, and he would go out to pasture during the day but he wanted his comfortable
stall at night. Paul always asked “WHY did Buddy have to be in the barn, WHY couldn’t he go out to pasture like a horse?” my response was always the same “Because Buddy DOES NOT WANT TO”
Last year Buddy did not shed his winter coat completely, a clear sign to me that he had something going on. Most likely cushings syndrome, but in every other way, he was his normal
self. Then this last January, he started to change. He had a seizure. The vet thought that maybe it was a tumor and suggested that we put him down then. He said that the
seizures would continue and he could be dangerous. I didn’t take the vets advice, and Buddy never had another seizure but his health and condition began to change, to decline. He was
still Buddy, but different. He would have good days and he would have bad days but he still called back when I called to him. He still stuck his tongue out when I gave him a treat and
asked him to “show me your tongue”
Buddy left us on Monday November 23, 2015 and crossed the Rainbow Bridge. His passing has left a big hole in my world. I miss his voice and how he always answered when I asked if he was hungry
first thing in the morning. How he would try to bite me when I pretended to get on for a ride. And how he would toss his head in sheer joy at being alive and able to bound around the
turnout. Buddy was one in a million and I am so glad he came to stay with us.