The Spirit of Stall Number One. The personal story of my username.

My favorite horse......

I'm not a horse person. I like them ok, but to me they are way too much trouble and their health is finicky. My MILs family LOVES horses. My SIL had a succession of horses. They were one owner types, not friendly and sometimes downright mean and dangerous. But then came 'Admiral'. Or 'Admule' as we liked to call him. Champion stock and you could tell that just by looking at him. BIG horse. Well, the thing that I liked about Admiral was that he was like a big dog. He could see us coming down the driveway and he'd run to the gate to say hello and collect some pats on the head. He loved to be loved and was a real sweetie pie. Well, 'Admule' was a around for a good long time, but too early he began to break down to some degenerative disease. It was so pitiful seeing that proud bearing become so decrepit. Of course at a difficult time my SIL had to put him down. I'm sitting here getting misty eyed thinking about old "Admule".
 
I just happened upon this thread and clicked it because I thought it might be an interesting discussion of what our different and oddball forum user names represent, or perhaps assorted tales behind them.

That's not what I found, but what a fantastic story. The thread should be enjoyed by all. Note that the included picture of Jinglebob is not linked, I hope that picture can be returned.
 
Sevens, thank you so much for bringin' this'n back. I am reminded once again of the eloquence and heart in Jinglebob's posts. I just hope I have recovered the ability to swallow again by supper time...
 
I am very sorry for your loss and your post was sad but amazing. I do not look forward to tomorrow. My daughter has had a Yorkie named Prissy for about thirteen years. Prissy has kidney failure and other problems and is beginning have problems moving around and is beginning to snap at my daughter. She called earlier and said that she had made a appointment tomorrow with the vet to have her put to sleep.
It is sad but I guess the time has come. I am taking her.
 
Sorry for the sad duty you have to perform tomorrow ancient-one.

I still recall reading the OP in 2016. Very powerful and it made me feel I was a part of the whole thing. Not many posters can do that for me, but you did.

I wish I'd have had the opportunity to know you Jinglebob back in the day. But you made me feel pretty close to it with your powerful words.

Bob
 
After reading your tribute to Jinglebob, the page got real blurry and my eyes tearded up. I guess I'm getting old. My eyes aren't as hard as they used to be.
 
GREAT STORY.

The wife & I were devastated after having to put down our very special sibling Brittany's. She swore "no more pets EVER AGAIN". 24 Hours to the minute after their passing, the wife witnessed a small powder puff (Pomeranian) going under a car. He was scared more than injured & became HER special new gift. Divine intervention as she calls it. Here's hoping you will find another special horse to fill stall #1.
 
I just stumbled across this story of Jinglebob. As nice a piece of heartfelt writing as I've come across in a very long time. Tears come easily when reading this.

The bond between man or woman and special animals is incredibly close, and when they pass, your heart just breaks. I've cried more over special dogs who left this earth more than over any human being. When my first dog Fritz died, I was inconsolable for weeks, and I missed him more than words can say.

I've never had a horse, although I came close one time - but that's a whole 'nother story. I was truly touched, and as I read, some special names and canine faces swept through my memory.

There were:

Fritz

Rags

Vinsig

Sam

Tippy

Murphy

Anna

Bucky

... and Joe.

It's going to be a helluva party at the foot of the Rainbow Bridge someday...

John
 
I missed this post until now. I could see his horse and could feel the emotion. It brought up so many good and some sad memories of the many fine animals I have out lived.

One of my favorites was my old horse Red. He was bought out of a cattle auction where he was used in the pens moving cattle. He was old, smart, tall and a little barn sour. He was tall and I was small, so I would have to pull the saddle up on the barn door with a fence stretcher and lead him under it to saddle him. Him and I enjoyed his retirement years.


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Thank You for your post.
As others have stated it brought tears to my eyes also. My first dog was a beagle puppy which I named Jingles as I got her for Christmas.
She taught me how to hunt rabbits. The posts on this thread started me thinking about all the animals I was blessed with or cared for.
Heaven to me would have all those animals.
 
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