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I knew the day was coming but that didn't make it any easier.
Flying W Farms Blue Starlite ("Puddin") passed, with the assistance of a vet, on 11/9/11. She had been battling recurring choke episodes since October 28th and they were becoming more frequent and lasting longer.
For the last three winters Puddin' has had a tough time; losing more weight than she would gain during the spring/summer/fall; stiffness in her joints and a huge decrease in her appetite. Once the weather would turn cold she just lost all interest in anything other than green grass and we all know that is hard to come by in the dead of winter. Since the winter of 2008 I have known the time was creeping closer. Each winter I would see her losing weight and interest in things around her and I would promise myself it would be the last winter she would have to endure. Then spring would roll around and the grass would start to perk up and so would she. Her appetite would return, she'd get a little spring in her step and she would gain a few pounds. But she never gained as many as she lost so over the years she went from approx 310lbs to 247 at her last weigh-in in May of this year. In May I also had her teeth done and a complete physical and blood work. The answers were always the same - nothing unusual for a mare of her age. Some mild liver and kidney damage, but I was told nothing more than any mare in her late 20's would show on the bloodwork.
So in May I told all around me that I had made my decision and this would be her last spring, summer and fall. She wouldn't have to endure another cold winter. Remind me, I said to everyone! As summer wore on I kept second-guessing myself. She perked up, gained a few pounds, her coat regained some shine and she was happy. She loved getting the special treatment of being the only horse that got to come into the backyard each day for her meals and then was left to roam around and munch on as much grass as she wanted. I'd know when she'd had enough because she'd go and stand by the gate to the mare pasture, patiently waiting for me to put her back with her friends. Plus she knew I'd always have a treat for her - a few pieces of apple or some frosted mini wheats - those being her favorites. She never needed a halter or lead; both Robert and I could guide her anywhere with our hand on her neck.
But she was failing. I know I've mentioned on the board over the last few years my issues with her and how to know when the right time was near. She was happy, healthy and in great shape all the way through her last pregnancy which was in 2007. But she never wanted to let that baby go and that was the first hint I had that maybe her mind was changing. She fought to keep that baby, and won for close to 8 months, then I finally said enough and took her filly away. She'd maintained a good weight and wasn't rebred so I saw no real harm in it. She called to that baby the rest of the winter and into the next spring.
I normally put fillies back in with their mothers the following spring and hadn't experienced any issues with that. Well, not Puddin'! She followed Lily around and basically harassed her into nursing again! They had been apart for 5+ months. Finally, the nursing ended, but Puddin's obsession with Lily didn't. I sold Lily as a 2 year old and Puddin' NEVER stopped calling for her. She's stand at the edge of the pasture, facing nothing, ears perked and call. It was heartbreaking to watch. Sometimes she would bolt as if startled by something even when nothing was there. Even when she wasn't calling to something unseen, I'd catch her staring off into the distance, so intently, with nothing obvious to catch her attention. That is something she had always continued to do until the end.
As this past summer progressed, I made arrangements with my vet to let Puddin pass peacefully before winter set in. I waited as long as I could and then we got a few cold days and she stopped eating almost immediately. She'd pick here and there but she really just wanted to graze. Then the first choke episode happened and although it was relatively minor and she got over it within a couple or hours, there were more episodes to follow. I'd selected a date the worked for me and the vet. The date was 11/9/11. Then on the 8th, poor ol' Wiz passed. I didn't know if I could still go through with Puddin' but I just knew I had to. So yesterday morning I got up early and made her a special breakfast of Buckeye Cadence (the feed she seemed to tolerate the most), chopped apples and agave. I went out to feed her and found she was choking again. I brushed her until the vet got there about 25 minutes later and then she was gone. I wish it hadn't happened like that. I wanted her to get her breakfast and have a full belly and be content instead of in distress.
To me, Puddin' was more than a pretty mare. She was an awesome mother and she was a piece of history. To my knowledge, she was one of only a couple of Blue Boy get still living and certainly one of the last to produce. She never, never caused any trouble and always just did what was asked of her. She loved being a mom and didn't need help from anyone with the process. Her last foal was born, unattended, while we were at the hospital with Mira. In the rush to get Mira there as quickly as possible, we all forgot that Puddin' was under camera too! We realized it on the way home. As soon as we arrived, we all tumbled out of the truck, ran to the barn and there is a totally dry filly, standing there nursing and Puddin' is looking at us like "what? I've done this a time or two before."
We dipped Lily's navel and went to bed; she was obviously in good hands.
Puddin' was AMHA and AMHR registered and had 14 foals that I know of; her last being Star Ridge Acres Lily Blue Too, a pretty perlino filly, now owned by Creta Hills Farm in OK. Puddin' was known for putting LOTS of leg on her babies! One foal, listed as being sired by a 29" stallion, has his height recorded at 37.75"! Many of her foals went "over" due to their long legs. Puddin' herself was an honest 34" or a tad less but all leg also. She was genetically a smokey black and she had amber eyes. The most beautiful color eye I've ever seen on a horse.
Godspeed Puddin'. There is a never-ending supply of fresh green grass in heaven and it's always 70 degrees and sunny.
Puddin' in about 2007:
Picture of Puddin' get her play on Dec 28, 2008:
Her last foal, Lily:
These last two are attachments. The first is Puddin' in the spring of 2010. The second I'm posting not to be bashed for letting her go too long as I realize she looks like heck when I see this picture. It was taken in May of this year after she came home from the vet. The hair that is missing in patches is from her rubbing constantly when I made her wear a heavy blanket at night. She hated that blanket and would try to run when it was time to put it on. I hated making her wear it, but it was just so cold during the winter and she had very little body fat.


Flying W Farms Blue Starlite ("Puddin") passed, with the assistance of a vet, on 11/9/11. She had been battling recurring choke episodes since October 28th and they were becoming more frequent and lasting longer.
For the last three winters Puddin' has had a tough time; losing more weight than she would gain during the spring/summer/fall; stiffness in her joints and a huge decrease in her appetite. Once the weather would turn cold she just lost all interest in anything other than green grass and we all know that is hard to come by in the dead of winter. Since the winter of 2008 I have known the time was creeping closer. Each winter I would see her losing weight and interest in things around her and I would promise myself it would be the last winter she would have to endure. Then spring would roll around and the grass would start to perk up and so would she. Her appetite would return, she'd get a little spring in her step and she would gain a few pounds. But she never gained as many as she lost so over the years she went from approx 310lbs to 247 at her last weigh-in in May of this year. In May I also had her teeth done and a complete physical and blood work. The answers were always the same - nothing unusual for a mare of her age. Some mild liver and kidney damage, but I was told nothing more than any mare in her late 20's would show on the bloodwork.
So in May I told all around me that I had made my decision and this would be her last spring, summer and fall. She wouldn't have to endure another cold winter. Remind me, I said to everyone! As summer wore on I kept second-guessing myself. She perked up, gained a few pounds, her coat regained some shine and she was happy. She loved getting the special treatment of being the only horse that got to come into the backyard each day for her meals and then was left to roam around and munch on as much grass as she wanted. I'd know when she'd had enough because she'd go and stand by the gate to the mare pasture, patiently waiting for me to put her back with her friends. Plus she knew I'd always have a treat for her - a few pieces of apple or some frosted mini wheats - those being her favorites. She never needed a halter or lead; both Robert and I could guide her anywhere with our hand on her neck.

But she was failing. I know I've mentioned on the board over the last few years my issues with her and how to know when the right time was near. She was happy, healthy and in great shape all the way through her last pregnancy which was in 2007. But she never wanted to let that baby go and that was the first hint I had that maybe her mind was changing. She fought to keep that baby, and won for close to 8 months, then I finally said enough and took her filly away. She'd maintained a good weight and wasn't rebred so I saw no real harm in it. She called to that baby the rest of the winter and into the next spring.


As this past summer progressed, I made arrangements with my vet to let Puddin pass peacefully before winter set in. I waited as long as I could and then we got a few cold days and she stopped eating almost immediately. She'd pick here and there but she really just wanted to graze. Then the first choke episode happened and although it was relatively minor and she got over it within a couple or hours, there were more episodes to follow. I'd selected a date the worked for me and the vet. The date was 11/9/11. Then on the 8th, poor ol' Wiz passed. I didn't know if I could still go through with Puddin' but I just knew I had to. So yesterday morning I got up early and made her a special breakfast of Buckeye Cadence (the feed she seemed to tolerate the most), chopped apples and agave. I went out to feed her and found she was choking again. I brushed her until the vet got there about 25 minutes later and then she was gone. I wish it hadn't happened like that. I wanted her to get her breakfast and have a full belly and be content instead of in distress.

To me, Puddin' was more than a pretty mare. She was an awesome mother and she was a piece of history. To my knowledge, she was one of only a couple of Blue Boy get still living and certainly one of the last to produce. She never, never caused any trouble and always just did what was asked of her. She loved being a mom and didn't need help from anyone with the process. Her last foal was born, unattended, while we were at the hospital with Mira. In the rush to get Mira there as quickly as possible, we all forgot that Puddin' was under camera too! We realized it on the way home. As soon as we arrived, we all tumbled out of the truck, ran to the barn and there is a totally dry filly, standing there nursing and Puddin' is looking at us like "what? I've done this a time or two before."

Puddin' was AMHA and AMHR registered and had 14 foals that I know of; her last being Star Ridge Acres Lily Blue Too, a pretty perlino filly, now owned by Creta Hills Farm in OK. Puddin' was known for putting LOTS of leg on her babies! One foal, listed as being sired by a 29" stallion, has his height recorded at 37.75"! Many of her foals went "over" due to their long legs. Puddin' herself was an honest 34" or a tad less but all leg also. She was genetically a smokey black and she had amber eyes. The most beautiful color eye I've ever seen on a horse.
Godspeed Puddin'. There is a never-ending supply of fresh green grass in heaven and it's always 70 degrees and sunny.


Puddin' in about 2007:

Picture of Puddin' get her play on Dec 28, 2008:

Her last foal, Lily:

These last two are attachments. The first is Puddin' in the spring of 2010. The second I'm posting not to be bashed for letting her go too long as I realize she looks like heck when I see this picture. It was taken in May of this year after she came home from the vet. The hair that is missing in patches is from her rubbing constantly when I made her wear a heavy blanket at night. She hated that blanket and would try to run when it was time to put it on. I hated making her wear it, but it was just so cold during the winter and she had very little body fat.



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